Fiction and Poetry
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…
What if I told you that on the night the police threw me into that…
