TheGoodFelo

          I didn't kill my parents. So, it's going to be awfully hard for my child to commit patricide. Ha! I never knew that deciding to have kids was a life sentence to live every other day screaming, almost literally going crazy, getting mad at something or nothing. Even deciding to get married was like a sentence to life bondage with hard labour.           See that one o. Bolu, my nine-year-old tomboy princess was asking me why I don't wear anything but boxer shots in the house, or did I forget that she is a lady, too? Did I, Akintunde, her father forget that she is only a young girl, unmarried and not ready? What nonsense! Pure rubbish talk.           Bolu drives me nut with her silly and infuriating questions. Okay. Around 12 pm today, everyone was home, enjoying the weekend. The tiny little creature walked up to me with all the confidence in the whole world to ask me another ridiculous question.           "Daddy, why do you wake up late and start asking for

Dear Alice,        I wrote you a poem. Please, read it in the quiet of your heart, for it is my everlasting wish for you, I, and everyone fighting a challenge in their lives... It's about all of us. Our hopes may shrink in difficult times, they may stretch in trials, they may even wither sometimes, but they must never die. They must never die! This is it... MAY IT BE: That tomorrow, When you blow your trumpet You find harmony in a better song; That today, While you paint your life You find the courage to use colours; That yesterday, While life splattered bads You made them beautiful still; And now, May it be to you The brighter shades and sweet songs.        We write our own history with every decision we make, every fight we face, and every hope we find -when we fall and yet rise again. These things become our story in the end. Alice, thanks. If at all I die today, I know I'll forever have one thing that I can never afford to buy, and that's the friend