Einstein's Brain

ty clear and crisp in his photographic memory. Her shape, he always said to himself was unique , it was non like he is ever seen and her skin was the glowest

rtbreak, he is been pistanthrophobic, but now he is falling, or is it some other form of sensation, no it couldn't be, he always thought, she was the one. He knew because whenever he thought of her he felt happy, it seemed his life is fullfiled and that all other things were just pleasures, he had goosebumps, that type which he only had when he listens to great music. But does she feel the same, does she think of him in the latest hours of the night? Or would they b

ke she was going to say ''i know all these things", her hips swayed about in an elegant way and for the moment he watched them, the walls of his cell seemed like a painting by Picasso, the floor

n our most hardest moments, he wished he could apologize now to the man and they would reconcile, but then he thought ''there is no how I can spell us without trust" how could he possi

ion itself depends on who is been asked. To a hedonist- life is the presence and absence of pain, to a nihilist - life has no meaning and it's not worth doing anything about, to a absurdist- life has no meaning, and so what? There is a point in worrying about it; To an existentialist - life has no meaning so we should create our own, to the wealthy- life is full of pleas

uy in the cell with him sat crouched in a corner, Kamal gave him a cold stare for no particular reason and he returned it, now he stood up from his corner and it look

lexing his muscles. ' Does it look like a joke to you" Kamal says 'Ac

al replies. Now the other guy is losing it and he screams

e wall in pencil, the words 'if only they asked us who we were, instead of what we wanted to become' and below that there was another which read ' we scream in silence'. Kamal took his time to digest these two sentences, simple phrases they were, but with deep meanings, in the end, all he could say to himself was "Whoever wrote that is going through a lot'; He decided he should also leave his mark among the writings on the wall, so he picked up a pencil from the floor and wrote ' I'm that song you skipped and found out later it was fire', he smiled to himself then wrote another above that, thus time he wrote 'Depressed kids are better at art', he flung the penci

ng they were going to take him for questioning and torture. They stop in f

one requires freedom, but then is everyone free? A lot of people these days aren't in shackles and chains, but still, we can't call them free, because they still don't have their actions and emotions under control, they are influenced by what people think about them, letting those who haven't seen rainbows tell them how to be beautiful. Only those who have their life under control are eligible to be called fre

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Lord Lugard. Much importance isn't given to other notable people like Adelabu(Penkelemeesi), Hajia Gambo Sawaba- the most jailed female activist, Tai Solarin, Delẹ Giwa, Professor Peller, Ajala the Traveller, the Black Scorpion, Agbani Darego and others; And even when they are mentioned, irrelevant facts are given about them, like that if Funmilayo Ransome Kuti, all the children are ever taught is that she is the first female to drive a car in Nigeria, they aren't told she was an activist, an outright one, speaking against injustice and bad government, that she is the Lion of Lísàbí. All these people you had to be a bright history student to know the, he looked in his uncle's direction and wondered how many people like that he knew, for he had published critically acclaimed books of his

see if her father saw them, and yes, there he was staring at his daughter as she moved towards the station's door towards

c; He was now thinking about the Nigeria music industry as a whole, how these days a lot of young people without substance rise to fame, only few of them are fit to use the pen and hold a mic. In his own opinion, based on lyricism, only Burns Boy, Fireboy DML, Omah Lay, BNXN, Simi, Olamide, Odumodublack, Tems, Cazulee, Ayra Starr, and Asake could be called top-tier. But maybe that's just him because to him music is solely about how good your lyrics are, not just beats and vibes, it isn't just who is singing the song, it is about what is been said, so even if you're a A-list artists and your lyrics are mid you don't deserve to be called brilliant instead you could be called gracious, because simply put, you didn't one to the limelight by talent but by grace. Lyricism to him also isn't about speaking English, there are indigenous artists whose pen games are extraordinary, one of these people is King Saheed Osupa- the undisputed king of Fuji music, his pen game is so good that sometimes it makes Kamal wonder if he has help from

he chat and it read "Hi, Kamal", fast he replied with 'How are you doing? Salmah' and sent it, she replied 'How do you know it's me? He replies 'Cuz no one else had my

ign, and when the message came in it read "Is that why you did what you did? I trusted you". Kamal

tough the situation in front of you is" he sent that, then wrote another one " I had a crush on you that day, but then I had to do whatever is required for my family. Wou

ied ' I can't do nothing, your uncle would know anyways and you're smar

ood use, but then remembered that it wasn't the first time they met, that their first meetings had painted a very poor picture. Salmah was most nervous this time, unlike the time they met at the station when it was Kamal who couldn't control himself, and if anyone was to calculate the rate at which her heart was beating, it had to be a combination of Faith Odunsi and Fatima Adamu Maikusa, because she could feel it to-fro movement in her head. Her dress was color purple, and purple was because her