We Shall All Laugh And Swear

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In this collection, Sotanmide paints across the canvas of time wherein the present reaches to the tragedies of the past. He illustrates this premise with eloquence and empathy, as his personal history also tells. For Sotanmide, we are trapped in the tragic cycle of our own construction, for "all is mad, maddened still". "But all is not darkly: the strokes birth shades of humor, bright and differing, hope's money tree grows right behind a neighbour's fence... And this is the secret of the humaness of Sotanmide's art.