Fiction and Poetry
In my sleep, I saw the family tree, men with waterproof bodies engulfed in the…
The first time I visited Uncle Idris’s mansion was with my mother. She was wearing…
I sang lullabies with eyes stitched shut, my voice a cage, a shackle wrapped in…
1. I am on a train going to Hampstead for my mother’s surprise professorship dinner…
the village’s elegy i attend many funerals and truth is, i can’t help. i see…
Transit Between airports, I lose pieces of myself — a mother’s laugh, an orison in…
1. The weeks that led to Afunwa’s return came with a lot of speculation, even…
Ancestry If my grandfather ever touched my body I do not remember. I was barely …
In One of the Episodes… I’m standing somewhere between fallen kingdoms and fading kin. A…
As if my arms were in chains As though my legs were cuffed to the…