Glissade

He struts in front of us, clutching his bible under one arm and beating the air with his other hand. He tells us not to be weary, that in due season we will reap the rewards of our faith. Amid the gathering, three people pump their fists in the air. Yes, lord! Tell them, sir! …

After the ambush you still hear whispers of his songs

To escape from fire is to die by water.

When the second punch meets K’s lips, he is still imagining this is not happening.

We know that visiting a military dictator to seek pardon for a coup plotter is no small feat. Soyinka says the visit was your idea. Where did you get the courage?

She knew it was me who took our stepmom’s bottle of kayan mata and poisoned it.

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