Two addresses. Dates hanging by both tails, as in a formal letter. Take out this
I’ve been stabbed & stained by my own blood. Although it was pure and painless,
May I find love in whatever body that gives me home. Amen. —Romeo Oriogun
Mother says to pluck bitter leaves from the garden in the backyard, to make Ofe
In the cold silence of the starless night, the bed creaks slowly—almost wearily, as Ife
It was another usual afternoon for Keabetswe. She was bone tired and forced her heavy
We’ve gradually fallen into the habit of patching things up, Mother and I. Like nodding
Once, I saw two women bowed over the open bonnet of their hatchback like it
the small finger of water poking close, as with everything subjected to rot. we sometimes
(For Amarachi; Chijioke’s sister) That flew on a warm Nigerian evening, north across the frigid