afọpẹ́
fólúwa
òjó
Writer · Creative Technologist
Engineer-Poet at the interface
of code, fiction & Yoruba cosmology
You Came Here To Rest
To make any friend, be desperate like you're trying to make your first friend in a jungle where they eat small animals and you are a small animal.
Your parents shouldn't have given you a name with so many rises and falls in its character.
See a girl that also wears shorts and even though she gives you the stank eye, smile at her like you're sisters.
Think of your dad.
Find solace in the boys laughing their hearts out, tears streaming from their eyes. They stop to wipe them every few seconds.
When you look up from your phone and you find them looking at you — know they are looking past you, towards the doors that lead outside.
Come Come, Let's Go Cycling in the Woods
We speed downhill past the wild thorns, go beyond the witbreuksweg into the woods, past the thick bushets and olive groves that constantly seek out each other, grow together. An unreplied 'I love you' floats in the air, gets caught in the mouth of the next sayer.
Homegoing
I only want to see darkness at night and even then, the sky is still blue. She taught me to draw the blinds and crack the windows. Now I only want to see darkness at night.
Thinny Mister Howards
Mister Howards is a man who wants to be another man, and his life is not better off for it. Words, and so language, are fleeting. He is Zen: troubled by nothing and therefore troubling nothing.
On the Politics of Music Video Culture
FESTAC '77, where Nigeria presided over the world as center for Black art. Fela, an uncommon composer, invented a genre which Africa and the whole world would come to tout, love, and celebrate.
Vertigo
Creative residency at Maputo Fast Forward Festival, organised by the British Council. Exploring the Nigerian women's question via p5.js, poetry, and media from a Lagos women's reproductive clinic — a generative web piece where photography and code generate each other in the browser.
Masquerade Classifier
ResNet18 trained to distinguish Gelede, Egungun, and Agemo masquerades. ~58% accuracy. The seed of a living voice-first archive — part of the // àlà // universe.
An Afrikan Poet Cries at the Wind
Poems scraped from the internet, redistributed one by one at random to subscribers. The archive as decolonial act. Goethe Institut Lagos-Berlin residency.
MÍLÍKÌ
Website for a private members cultural lounge in Victoria Island, Lagos — a meeting point for artists, writers, musicians, and cultural figures connected to the arts, sciences, design, and social justice.
Graceland
An interactive poem about conversations with my father, inspired by Grace Paley's "My Father Addresses Me on the Facts of Old Age." Literary fiction rendered as a navigable web experience.
Poet
Interface
Afopefoluwa Ojo is a writer and creative technologist working at the intersection of literary fiction, emerging technology, and Yoruba cosmological thought. Her framework // àlà // — from the Yoruba for fabric, vision, divine canvas — is the architecture underneath all of it.
Over ten years of software engineering, primarily frontend React/TypeScript. Fiction represented by Alexa Stark at Writers House, New York. Graduate of the Purple Hibiscus Creative Writing Workshop. Work exhibited at Savvy Contemporary Berlin and ZK/U Berlin. Currently innovating at Adidas Digital Innovation Labs, Amsterdam.