Primavera, 24×24, oil on panel by Richard J Demato
He dug so perfectly well and worked very hard, but as soon as he came to the water of life, he went from being so good to being very bad. He took to his heels as fast as he could, and lost the nourishment that all his work was supposed to bring. Isn’t it unfortunate that a well-digger is dying of thirst because of his fear of water?
Brief Analysis: When a man hops from woman to woman, he lives a very empty, unfulfilled life. “Digging through a well” is used as a metaphor for having sex in this short poem. It’d be silly, of course, or stupid, to think that is all a woman- a whole magnificent being- is good for. If you are lucky enough to get a woman who loves you and is willing to be and stay with you, it’d be unfortunate to not appreciate that, and recognize that with her by your side, there is nothing you can’t do.
Lady Justice’s husband is a White supremacist. He grabs her breasts and bites her ears, slaps her buttocks and wipes her tears, tells her he loves her and calms her fears, and in the mornings, she does whatever the hell she’s asked to do.
He wants to be my knight. I have noticed his random displays of might. He gazes at me seductively whenever I’m in sight, but all I can predict is a sorry plight. How can you be the one that I’d keep warm at night if you don’t think everyone should be treated right?
Her words are deep, and perhaps, far too deep, because they do not come from her heart. She writes and speaks with passion only because her words come from the pitch of her stomach. As these words travel up her torso, they avoid her heart like a plague.
“Yemoja” [Artist Unknown]
Her heart is severely wounded, so she strives to protect her words from blood stains. She chooses not to release the words that live in her heart because they are filled with pain.
She is hurt and she is weak and she is dying slowly, but it’s not for her listeners who need healing to see…
A person left two comments on one of my recent Instagram posts- paintings of Osun- earlier in the day, asking me to give them 5000 naira for their sick father. Of course, I went to their page to see who they were and that. This guy followed my page and ‘unfollowed’ at some point, but I checked the page when he followed and I became familiar with it.
Anyway, when I got to the page today, I saw a picture of a man lying down with urinary issues but something kept telling me that it was fake- fake, as in, that was not his father. I might be psychic, but I’ve never really trusted my intuition alone as much as I should, so I rely on my cards mainly. I was going to ask him to send his account no. but something kept holding me back, so I asked my guides for clarity. I didn’t use the tarot; I used my cartomancy playing cards.
Lo and behold! It turned out to be a “no”. Two Blacks, one Red says “no” right off the bat. The 5 of Diamonds tells me that he thought about it- he came up with the idea to use a sorrowful situation- 5 of Spades- to swindle people; it’s a lie- 10 of Spades.
Well, I told him that he was lying, if you are already wondering, and at that moment, his eyes were opened. Asides the fact that I immediately made him ‘happy’ since he was ‘in tears’ earlier, he was able to detect the very secret that I’ve been hiding for so long- that I’m a young [not old] witch. Also, I’m a deity-lover. “Mo layo lati so fun yin”- it is with joy that I’m notifying you that I’m also the devil’s personal assistant.
I am thankful to whatever spirit it was that held me back. These are the days of fuckery, my brothers and sisters; roll safe. Listen to your intuition, be weary of gimmicks, and be willing to call people out on their dishonesty.
“It is for the beauty, that a woman holds her breasts when she runs. It’s not because they’ll fall to the ground if she doesn’t.” -Ashanti Proverb
It is out of discipline and self-respect that a wise person holds their tongue and closes their mouth in response to disrespect. It’s not because the other person’s mouth is bigger, or because they can speak better.
Love is for people who can’t say “love”. Love is for people who can’t see “love”. Love is for people who can’t hear “love”. Love is for people who can’t write “love”.
Love is for people who have no knees or legs to propose with. Love is for people who can’t afford to buy diamond rings. Love is for people who haven’t stepped out of their native countries. What we sometimes celebrate in the name of love is the lack thereof.
Love is for everyone! There should be no discrimination in love. Love is for me; love is for you.
Whenever differently-abled people or people with special needs especially step out to share their pre-wedding photographs and whatnot, like the other human beings that they share the earth with, they tend to get very terrible reactions.
“Oh my God! He’s a dwarf!”
“Is he blind? The woman must be stupid to marry a man like that.”
Yes, he can’t see, and so? Also, you’re the stupid one.
It’s just ridiculous.
Keep your pity, feelings of disappointment, feelings of disgust, ridicule and scorn in your pockets. If you have nothing nice to say, shut your mouth; it’s simple.
Love is for everyone. Love is for me; love is for you. There is no “them”.