I remember the years past those lonely doubtful years festac to surulere molue buses to okada bikes clutching my few precious paint and brush praying the day will just be right Who will be waiting there today? pompous older artists or masters of the place I could not talk,I had no voice because I was not "known" But I remember the days when Kabat and I had enough to live like "kings" Cow tail ,big stout and chills to go with it but other days when the pocket was so low "Patty" round the corner became our breakfast spot Kenke and Kunu made up our evening meals the nights it rained we did not sleep because we know the roof will leak but i remember those days those crazy Curio days artists and clients,nollywood stars and financiers all came to say hello, and the writer and I spoke far into the night (My curio studio days with Kabat Esosa Egbon)
Posted on: Fri, 09 Aug 2013 06:11:26 +0000
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