That was the year of letting go The year I sat this body down and taught it how to forgive The year I broke this..
The gate-man only hears his name when you attach, ‘come and take’ to it. Other than that, a permanent growl is plastered over his face,..
And here, at the crossroads, hesitation lingers like the pounding voices of migraine. My head ― an anvil of hooves, stammers in scattered dialects..
Mege tweeted: If not for Jehovah they would have dug the earth for cocoyam on my grave, but would I have known? I This..
Àṣàké my love, You said you are from Òyó, that you like your Àmàlà fele fele and your ewédú with gbègìrì So, I added..
Eager to tell them As many as possible are incredible The prologues of our personalities Stories that turn our bodies into a hot sauce, Crafted..
Day 1 The trip from Lagos was long. Very long. I thought the driver looked vaguely familiar but I didn’t recognize him until the bus..
This is how to write the story of the end of (your) existence: You will have a sister who plucks her..
Being the transcript of a talk delivered at Kyung Hee University, Korea, on January 25, 2018, to a group of literature students and professors..
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