HINT BOX Hi, what comes to your mind when you think of solemnity? I noticed solemnity is rarely treated as it really seems. It's a word with heavy weight and the realization that it is missing in our society is vivid to only few of us. So what is Jekphrasa looking out for? We are searching for two words that clearly capture this term and it's heavy meaning. Perhaps to you it might mean "a state attained by only the wise" or  Respect? Reverence? fear? or as  Mircea Eliade you might think of it as “A manifestation of the sacred that suspends ordinary time and space, allowing participants to enter a symbolic realm where gestures, words, and objects are imbued with transcendent meaning.”  We kindly await your perspective  Send an email to hellojekph@gmail.com

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AFÉFÉ- AIR We exist in a gaseous state so we exhaust like the smoke from a chimney  when we yawn we give a piece of our breath  to peace-filled horizons  - few miles nearer to heaven  each day oxygen asks us to pay a rent of carbon-dioxide before we are deoxygenated.  AFÉFÉ   The essence of air is a fuel for you to bear compassion  rear fill-in-the gaps and omissions  dare missions  have a battle dance with fear visit pity parties home comings and six-feet home goings. we exist in a gaseous state so we exhaust. Visit  Jekphrasa.blogspot.com

OLDER ME: as a bird swimming with a stick In this Travelogue, I'm a robin tinted in yellow, with a sunflower hat under the yellow solar darling  I set for the shore of infantry, of dreams, to find why moss grows on a wall too old why there are termites & ‘ggots or day and night I perch on a floating stick and sail on this fathomless trance the current is still  the stick underneath me  wavering and learning to swim  Oh the flowers, Oh the green and starling lilies  Oh the illumination from the east  though unsure I am if there's a waterfall below The stick twists into the tide, no wavering  Oh the honey and the roses and mid-day bliss my feathers fluffy and fine here I stop and purchase a surfing board for who knows, there might be a waterfall below  and my stick and I be gone oh the waves  and the crashings and sharks I dodged Oh the many prayers I prayed the repentance I counted many cigarettes of sin did I puff up to God th...

Most popular blogpost in 2025 so we decided to republish it in case you missed out  INVENTORS ARE MAD MEN  What exactly is madness in the context of this essay that dropped in my mind upon waking during the dawn of this day August 10, 2025. From the perspective of my favorite poet Edgar Allan Poe;  " Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence."  To be mad is to attain an excellent loft of intelligence in this context as I believe man is unable to attain the loftiest intelligence because he is not God. Well, I shall agree that the question is not yet settled but let me ask you, what is your own definition of intelligence. In the typical society in which I have lived a decade and seven years, intelligence is grossly synonymous to obedience. According to an anonymous quote "Obedience is not intelligence; it is the silencing of it."  We are to obey the voices that tell us what to know, and what...

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BEATS-ÌLÚ English  He that beats the drums of garnished sorrow,  dares not sing of his crocodile tears,  and even if the people kiss their teeth in  well-fed anguish  the conceited king is still  drunken and boozed to stupor with laughter.  Yoruba Alubàtá kìi d'árin bi ìjòyè k'ígbe ofò ti ará ìlú sin wo òsé èrín kee ni oba òdájú rin

For the rhythm in our multi universe is too many to explore but we shall in poetry and language. Toasts  Read deep, feel more  Jekphrasa 

Prioritizing origin matters in every form of art it matters to us. I'm Jesunifemi and I'm a Yoruba creative from Africa. Ibadan, Oyo state, Nigeria and I'm sharing with you how art feels like in my home.  Welcome.  Take a tour Jekphrasa.blogspot.com

'Tis how lovely  perhaps glorious how these vacant sky flown these birds be a home. A home with no gate No worries Nor fears Just a peaceful surf Piercing through air Kissing the clouds  Resting on mount's cliff Sipping from spring falls Napping on tree's branch And fondling nature. 'Tis how jealously Perhaps envious  how partial life is on human. Be it on me  a coin to pay I would give my legs to own a wing  And live like the birds Surf free and high  Away from the noise Or maybe like butterflies perch on petals, rest on flowers Even if it is  for a moment. Omai Micheal

Part 002 I passed, unwinding and enjoying my walk after fifteen minutes, I went home and Blue was still asleep. “this girl's nearing depression”. I thought. She does that for days, sleeping for long hours, waking and browsing, consuming bad content off social media.  “ At least. You are the consumer, you should control what you consume and when you consume” I'd tell her over and over and the best I ever get is a snub. Blue didn't care, she was addicted, she wanted to look perfect like the celebrities “Perfect" as she termed them though. Nobody was perfect but Blue wanted to wear the dresses they wore, make their type of hair, use their type of lipgloss. Yeah, she was always broke, penniless breaking her bank because she wanted to meet up with the hyper internet standards. I heard her yawn loudly from the room -10:00 am. I fiddled with my phone a little bit, and found a podcast I loved. After Lunch, I stepped out again and I found the new boy outside taking...

Fly in the city “Without food, houseflies survive only 2-3 days and they die” I heard X telling Blue. They both met in the park and they were getting along quite well. I was sitting on the bench a little distance away from both of them perhaps with a little feeling of envy. One thing, it's been a long time since I've seen Blue smile with a real friend. She's either doom scrolling or finding out about a celebrity trend, making videos or watching lip gloss tutorials. X kept bragging with science facts, celebrity gists and latest music obviously trying to impress Blue. He did well I must commend him, Blue was so fascinated that she lost track of time and I had to yell so much to inform her it was 4pm and we needed to get home. I saw him try to get Blue’s contact of course! not under my watch. I stood up furiously grabbed Blue’s right arm and pulled her. The guy was quite a coward he was quick to excuse himself and leave Blue to my mercy. I and Blue were room mates ...

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Hi, I'm glad you made it to the end. These digital artworks are a reflection that the events,beings and beliefs around us constitute art so it is safe to conclude that every animate or inanimate being exists as art in itself. We look forward to exhibiting these artworks in different parts of the globe. Be a part of us. Reach out to Jesunifemi Via jlovemhe09@gmail.com  Or JH Olat on Facebook  You can as well view her page on Instagram @olatunbosunjesunifemi Date: August 4, 2025. 11:20 am