Oríkì
Àbèbí Agbó, Omo Agbó máàtí, Omo agbérekete f’Óba! Gbígbé lèyín ngbé, Omolómo ní nru igi oko. Among the Yorùbá of Òyó, oríkì are poetic utterances recited to honor a person. It is an affirmation of a person’s essence, their history, and
Blind Love
Mixed Media Love isn’t blind. Love is seeing. Seeing through the façade and into the hurt.
Ìyánlá: Great Mother
Ìyánlá Headdress: Henry Drewal. From Ìyá Agón of the Égúngún to Erelú of the Ògboni or Ìyálásè of the Èfè Gèlèdé, and Ìyá Orò of the Orò, women have always played a significant, albeit little, part in Yorùbá cults and traditional
Beneath These Skins
“Hi! My name is Sarah Parker.” She says and you smile at her. “I’m Ese Osemwenke.” You reply, trying hard to stop yourself from asking her if her middle name is Jessica. She is pretty, with shoulder-length hair the color
Abiamo
Emma Emeh (2001). Acrylic on Canvass I sit quietly, holding his tiny body in my arms. The fever that wracked his body last night has left him cold today. He hasn’t cried in days and I long to hear that
Ojúolápé
Little One,I promise you this one thing:We will never go through this again, ever. We're shedding the very last tears.We're breaking for the very last time.We might have done this a million times before,But it stops now.Here.Today. So, grieve,And cry,And mend,And heal
The woman in the painting
She is half in profile, looking away from the viewer at some intriguing out-of-view object, an almost imperceptible smile on her lips like she is sharing a private joke with that intriguing out-of-view object, or subject. There is a serenity
I Am Not
Identity. Belongingness.I’ve been asked countless times, in different forms, who I am.How do you see yourself? What do you identify with or as? Where are you from? Who are you?I’ve been told not to lose myself, not to let anyone
The Oath
We made The Oath.The three of us.A three-fold cord that cannot be broken.We did it for love.For life.For justice.For what was right.For all we stood for and believed in. We swore to uphold Truth and Righteousness.We beat our chests and declared
Wishes and Wisdom
Acrylic on Canvass (14.2x17.5) I looked into the eyes of a mad woman, And it took me into her mind,And it was oh so beautiful, and serene,With soft, tender places,Offering comfort from the crazy world without,And it begged to linger,Take a
