He tells you how electrifying your poetry rendition had been; how deep the words and
Who has a name for this? For hearts that disobey their owners. For beats that
You’re acquainted with solitude, your tongue has dipped and swirled in the oily bowls of
“And next on the news at 9.00, His excellency, President Muhammadu Buhari, extends the lockdown
September marked the end of the holiday. It marked the end of waking up to
It was a cool evening; the cloud was so moody that you wondered whether it
The sharp ringing of the bell jarred Chiamaka’s thoughts, snapping her back to reality even
Kirikiri prison. The popular crime hub of Lagos, with its usual stale smell of rust,
Mercy had never been in such a sterile environment all her life. The unpainted walls
Mother died when I was four. All I can remember of her is the smile