My name is Iroko. I was born in Africa at the turn of the 20th century, yes, I know, that makes me approximately 125 years old, not bad, eh? That's nothing; I have been known to reach 500 years or so. In case you hadn't guessed, I am, or at least I was a tree, a West African hardwood species called Milici, to be more precise, and a mystical one at that.

This week (end of September 2024) marks one year since I self-published the book and as time has gone by, the urge to throw down some more words has increased. It helps to declutter the brain in a way that is unsurpassed by anything else I have tried before.

With that in mind, I have created a group, just for men. No, not in a 'hair dye' kind of way!