Inside my head {1}

...Omonoba...
Our people say:
"Arugbo Ojo, Iwo laseda, lameda, laweda o. Iwo loni ogo, loni ola...Arugbo Ojo."
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* The stories that I want to tell but cannot arrange, torment me. Is there another language but speech and written words? Should I dance out my stories as they are in my head? This dance will be scattered.

* I have not learned how to ache properly. "Brittle" and I share a trait.

* Many things will die with me like my quest to read the charms of the juju man.

* You can get into my head because I think simple. But men and women like to think too deep. So, they read my thoughts and pass them as thoughts of sheep.

* I would like the red mud mixture that the indigenous women of the Himba ethnic group of Opuwo, Namibia use on their skin.

* My greatest inspiration remains the plain, white wall. I have found countless stories staring at it.

* I am like Kirikou.

* Arugbo Ojo, Iwo laseda, lameda, laweda o. Iwo loni ogo, loni ola...Arugbo Ojo.

* If I pass before I bear a child, wear white. If I pass after I bear a child, wear Polka Dot.

NOW READING:

{* How I want to be more and more like Jesus. That is faith, not religion.}

NakedSha.