Today is another day with solitude. The lady is out of the house. I walked with her to the bus stop, took videos of her as she moved. This woman moves. Dust moves in the air like a silent host, spreading and wearing everything down to private moments. It feels as if we are the only people in the world. Words come from a vast distance of bodies too near, static electricity conducts before we touch.
Image: Taken with my Techno Pova Neo.
Yesterday, after the gist about solitude, I stepped out, stopped by my used bookseller and got some books. I got Village Voices, a poetry collection by Niyi Osundare and Holding Talks, a play by Ola Rotimi. The poetry collection looks like it's going to be an enjoyable read. I love buying books. One day, I will own a library that is big enough to contain all of my curiosities.
I stopped by a friend's office. He's a lawyer and while he and his colleagues discussed football, which I have no interest in, especially the then forthcoming match between Nigeria and South Africa, i read some. PS: Nigeria won the match. Which is good because Nigerians need some good news right now, considering the economic situation now.
He, my friend, wanted us to go watch the match at a bar (no pun intended), but I wanted to go home. I miss the lady and I wanted to read some more. Solitude, my dears, never wearies. Anyway, I had the good fortune of reading a beautiful poem, a duplex in the Jericho Brown's style by a Nigerian poet. It blew my mind. These are the things that keeps me alive.
Anywho, the lady came. We fought, we loved, we are, we prayed, we slept. Living is all about choices I think. It is about making the right calls and praying no to have regrets for the calls you ignored. Bitcoin got to 44k. That was a quick move. We will see what we will see.
