
Ademola Adesola's Dancing with My Tongue weaves lived and relatable realities into well-crafted lyrics, all accessible but ricocheting and avoidant of mundane imaginings but thrilling. The work transits seamlessly from public to persona; reflections on salient issues beyond the precincts of home and its diaspora. The collection's buoyant fervor of angst, ribbing, joie de vivre, and ringing silences are unmistakable.
Through the lens of studious observations, Ademola refracts and reflects slices of existence in some of the lands he has known, invests in restoring social and political memory in the marketplace of vicious revisionism, and beams the light on subtle racial deigning. Within the work is also a playful seriousness in the exploration of morphology. The kaleidoscopic waltz of the tongue in this collection compels attention