Diekola'z Blog...

I get a lot of Dieko, Dieko, you like food. Lol. I want to tell you story. It’s about the day I almost died because of food. I can’t say I remember vividly because it was my mom that narrated the story to me.  I was one year old. I could walk but sometimes I still crawled. My mum had gone to pay a visit to my maternal grandmother. My grandmother lived in a rented apartment and shared compound with lots of other families who lived in the house. It happened in the afternoon when my mom was taking a nap. I crawled outside to the compound. Because it was in the afternoon, most people had gone out to work so there was nobody in the compound. The house had recently disposed their faeces so the “Shalanga” had been broken and was yet to be remolded.  In the yard, there was a woman who usually roasts groundnuts for sale. Earlier that day, she had roasted some groundnuts. Unfortunately for me, some of them fell on the “Shalanga”. Immediately I saw the groundnuts, I crawled to pick

I could catch a grenade for you but, as I shred into pieces With each parts shattered into trillions I'll dance on the boulevards of regret With a dress I borrowed from dismay And tell sorrow to tell anguish that I'll reminisce or rather, miss all the forever lost stolen kisses I'll dedicate my bones and tissues to your memory For this is my salvation, for my salvation is this