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
It happened again during the late-night dinner. Hungry fingers dipped the plate as my mother
It was the perfect song when I listened. Temi liked to stand too close and
You are the bone of my bone and the flesh of my flesh. I shall
We gathered together and watched hungry solicitors; our spirits reaching for the skies, dragging it down to us, begging it to fulfill its promise, so our crops could grow, so our life could have new meanings – better ones. But the skies withdrew its promise with a malicious smile…
Perhaps it was the imprudence of human thinking, but when the young priest had tagged
iI could not love so completely.Inside of me were cities I never built, stories I
Last night, I called Ikem and got the answering machine. His voice was curt and