after Aracelis Girmay What is your name? You say. I think of the time my High School Senior said her name is Watt &..
I’d gladly pick fetching water with a spoon over doing laundry any day. But it’s 6:01 AM and I’m already padding around my..
By which visa did my fathers, millions of human cargo, mangled in cargo holds In the belly of time machines sail into these lands By..
I’m on a flight to Sydney, Australia. The attendant asks if I want tea or wine. I tell her tea is fine. The passenger beside..
or asking myself why we love Sinking boat / you are my terminal / collateral damages are peoples / recovering from a virus /..
One gentle February campaign night in 1999, when the long overdue harmattan still ravaged through the city and all the wells were famished and the..
at base four, the sounds of waist beads are heightened by Fela’s Afro-beat a disco light calls you out from the dark like the..
(after rereading & with lines from Umar Abubakar Sidi’s What Bad Poets Do) “Bad poets hear the cries of strangulated beasts, the whispers of..
“I am gathering every dying piece of this body into a song and gifting it to the wind again, I am driftwood floating in the..
We were five women sharing a rented room in Nairobi. Five women with different nationalities and religions sharing two beds, one public bath and many..
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