Style becomes substance until substance becomes stranger to itself.

Penis envy.

Flight into the inauthentic, seeking meaning not in Being itself but in some deus ex machina of consolation.

😂

Coming to medical school was the second gravest mistake of my life. The first was being born.

Chai. 😂😂😂 I wish say person tell me wetin dey about to happen before I enter here.

Comparing a violent attack to name-calling is ridiculous. Stop trivializing violence. Do better.

Poverty and the soreness of not wanting to live, have defined my entire life.

I have fallen yet again into delirium. Phantoms pressing upon me, heavy as memory, unrelenting as time.

How can I endure myself any longer? How long before sleep, or rope, or ablaze? Before death? How long? Must this waiting stretch?

"Seek help, Okigbo," they say, as if waiting rooms could mend, as if pills can silence, a soul detonating in its own chest.

Why should life be boring in the company of yourself?

The abstract precedes and exceeds the concrete in ontological primacy. It is the abstract that discloses the horizon within which the concrete may appear at all. The concrete is thus always-already inscribed within the abstract’s preconceptual skeleton; Der Vorgrundlegung.

As such, God is neither being nor human, but process or unfolding of processes. To reduce it to being is to rupture its infinitude, its transcendence, in other words, to blaspheme. Many a man, many a feral, have fragmented this sublimity into something merely human.

"Will" is by its own nature, necessarily free. To will is to express freedom.

Behold a dumbo!

I would rather kill myself and end my bloodline with dignity, than do HJ in UCH. The people in Auschwitz had it better.

See where my name don reach. 🥲🙆🏽‍♂️

How did you know I'm the one? 😂 Damn.

Best song in the EP.