In this version of it, you are rolling around a grass field in Owerri. You are laughing so loud and the sound of it is..
Time fractures your memory like a kid in cast. Like the kid, you remember why you are in cast, but the incidences between your cast..
Sticky images tornado like oceans. Ebbing rivers..
“Loss is a great thing.” —Shade Mary-Ann Olaoye 1. I am finding it hard to breathe. It is as though my lungs are unable to..
noun • /saʊˈdɑːdə/ A deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent thing or someone that one cares for while simultaneously having positive emotions towards..
She enjoyed simple moments. A certain stillness engulfed her as she slowly clipped her nails. The quietness in her large room spread out around her...
I: The Face of Memory I have always occupied myself with the question of whether memory has a face. I imagine that such a face..
I can’t tell you about loss, I have never seen her face. My mind is a puzzle refusing to be completed: dry wells of tears..
Every time I take a warm shower, I have a flashback from a past that increasingly feels like a self-conceived myth. It is the moon-lit..
My grandmother’s head pushed through the metal of the fence at the university. She looked exactly the way she did in the photographs mom kept..
