My parents lived to see their unruly child come through and win the Booker prize, but one day in my 30s, I got this impossible call from Nigeria to say that my mother had gone. We never think that our mothers will die. It was like suddenly an abyss opened at my feet – I was standing on nothing. It was the strangest thing. Her passing away ripped the solidity out of the world.
For a few weeks, I'd be walking along and suddenly I'd be unable to stand straight and I'd hold on to a lamppost and find the lamppost wasn't solid either. That was a turning point for me. It began a great journey. I don't feel I need to lean on lampposts any more. You need internal lampposts – and a few good friends.
- Ben Okri
Sunday, June 20, 2010
we complete the full circle
carefully treading along avoiding the edges
it closes in shuts out forgets to rememeber
the space the perfect 360
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
4 years of an undergrad in Marketing may not have been useful.
However, I am grateful to those instructors who spent their paid time showing us ads. Been an 'absolut' advertising fan since those days. Here's a favourite.:)
The streets are full of children carrying bowls, windshield cleaners, combs and what not. Some without limbs, hands, eyes and most of them, without a future.
Making collections. All paying for the failure of their ancestors.