Fiction and Poetry
Verses that Spring from a Dying Lily of the Valley Prologue: (My vanity, twisted as…
skipping meals like fleeing sins: they say fasting draws you closer to God, but i…
The Paradox of Progress They said we’d be free— but we’re tied down, each breath…
Lagos Honeymoon I look around, savouring nature’s fashion sense and colour riots. Beautiful cityscape, even…
You hate the policeman two blocks away from your house, but you want to be…
Life’s Daunting Stare Sometimes, life’s malicious stare can be daunting And grievous— Taking away our…
There’s a way the men at the lounge stare at you that makes you come…
Knitting Grief I ask the words of my grief to loosen and become. I tell…
Something About Beauty Is Broken in the face of dark things, a boy stands there…
There is a woman —her voice dragged across the wet belly of Mokwa — mourning…