Glissade

You’re becoming an angry feminist and I’m worried for you.

Èjìrẹ́, Aráìsokún, ẹdunjobi, Ọmọ ẹdun tí ń ṣeré orí-igi. Ọ̀kan ni mo bèrè, èjì ló wọlé tọ̀ mí wá. You were asleep when you were born, in my hand, your reflection split into two. The men who were hired to forsake your silence brought drums & took you out to it. I looked back at …

Because he was different, the bus conductor let a lofty hope bud within him, a hope too high for his type: love.

To escape from fire is to die by water.

We will forget the death that now stinks up the city centre, dark hallways into the doors of offices

The average Hausa trader is voluble. Ask the price of an object in a rural market, he’ll reply, “Hundred. Do you want me to speak gaskiya?”

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