At that time, I was a Fellow at the Ebedi International Writer’s Residency in Iseyin,
Her sclera is a waned flax colour, like the husk of a ripe cacao fruit.
Emmanuella OluAgunloye Last night, I took a bold step. I burnt my bridges and let
Temi Tayo Raindrops fall in cascading grace, A gentle touch upon this weary place. Softly
The dogs can’t take pictures, so I quickly ask: “Is there anyone in the house, ma’am? I want pictures taken.” She laughs and gets up. “No, she says. But I can help you. No one can live with me. I am a mad woman. She returns with her phone and says, “Let’s take a picture. What do you call it? Selfie?”
I laugh and say, “Yes, selfie!”