Maybe truth, not lies, crashes homes. It is why she can watch and shrug as her hostile neighbour’s six-or-so-year old crouches under her father’s ramshackle..
—— The mind is a bad place to be trapped in. To that there can be no further argument, or question. It is a dark..
I always felt some deep lingering sadness in my father ever since I became mature enough to understand things in life. Having had to start..
Irrita is a series of art works that explore the range of emotions and feelings that come with being in an unpleasant mental space. It..
Introduce yourself, please. (Her horn-rimmed double lens spectacles try to hide her displeasure, but I am quick to notice it. I slouch on the chair..
After the school’s anthem, the Principal mounted the stage and stood behind the microphone about to address the school regarding an incident they were already..
it begins with herdsmen asking for our farms, fields & our fathers’ graves, green with the milk of meat. this night, I toss my blankets,..
At the interface between earth and mute space, between form and void, is glass. * ..
The sun scorched a little too hot that afternoon and Ivie found herself wishing there was some kind of control knob so she could turn..
at yaba there’s a part of you loitering on every streets, in stranger’s houses, on the faces of everyone you meet there’s the granny’s box..
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