Lyricool Liturgy Blog

Soul. Symphony. Stitches. These were the sinews of your core, Mama. They formed the nitty gritty of your entirety. You. The mast that kept my ship sailing. I miss coming back from playing in the evenings to be welcomed by the aroma of your famous ofada stew simmering happily in the pot Grandma gifted you when you married. I still bury my head in your pillow just to get a whiff of your opulent scent; a perfect blend of flowers and musk. Oh how you laughed so beautifully as you watched us play tag with Papa! It was soothing music to my soul. The perfect Africana you were, with a brown skin that glistened proudly from daily use of 'ori' and an Afro that sat like a crown on your head. Today while you laid still in the coffin, the women of Isale Eko sang your praise as they showed off the clothes you'd sewn for them over the years. I will hold onto the memories of you sewing on your rickety sewing machine as you hummed to Fela's "Zombie" playing on the ...

It was my first time visiting this community.  I had gone there in search of a Life. Took a stroll out one evening and came by this beautiful lady, she was exceptionally beautiful, i couldn't resist staring at her for such a long while i did stare. I became interested in her, did my findings and i learnt the neighbourhood referred to her as the BEST Designer they had ever met within and outside the community Woah!  Getting to her took me days but then Luck found me and soon we became great friends.  From a crush she turned a Friend, and from a friend she became a reflection of my heart. In Seun Rhema's voice: She is my definition of real beauty, a designer endowed with great fashion sense. From an #Old movie😉😘 © Beloved Empress  📷:  Seun Rhè-má   From #OldMovie Challenge 

If after reading posts and commentaries by disgruntled females cum feminists you become one and start posting toxic and unbalanced opinions on your socials, I laugh at you because of how naive and easily flummox you are.  I know a feminist whose dad was a deadbeat. He abused her mom at the slightest provocation and hits his kids too. He later abandoned his wife for another woman and left them to suffer.  Being the first child, she had to do odd and obscene gigs to survive. As she grew older she met men who showered her with love only to use and dumb her at the end. Thus, she became hardened and bitter towards the men.  I never judge such women because their bitterness is justifiable, but I pray that they heal and stop being mad at all men. Not all men did them wrong.  If your father is/was loving, caring and supportive to you, your mom and siblings why become bitter towards men?  If a man uses and dumbs you, does it mean all men are scums?  We ...

Dear Nigerian Chef,  What does Spaghetti, Pizza, Lasagne, Gelato, Mozzarella have in common?  Answer: They are all Italian foods and their names remain Italian despite global appeal.  What I'm trying to point out here is; that they didn't try to colonise their cuisines to get English names. Unlike we Nigerians who try so hard to change the identities of our stuff by giving them funny and annoying English names.  For Godsake what the heck is; beans cake, Cassava flakes or Grain o' fibres, Tofu, Barbecue plantain, Peanut bars, Beans pudding or Beef crackers? Akara, Garri, Awara, Kunun Zaki, Zobo, Fufu, Boli, Kuli Kuli, Moin Moin, Akamu, Ewa Agonyin, Kilishi, Waina, Massa etcetera are what they are and it is what it is. Let our delicacies carry their original identity.  Ghanaians chefs don't go around trying to Christian Banku, Waakye, Kelewele, Tuo Zaafi or even their famed Ghana Jollof other than the traditional names they're known as so as to sound classy. ...