Glissade

The phone rang. I picked it up at the first beep. “Waziri, how are you?” “Fine sir. And you?” “Have they called you?” “No sir.” “These people! Don’t worry, I will sort it out.” The conversation ended within thirty seconds. This was around noon on Tuesday, 23rd February 2016. I did not have to probe. …

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

A child’s need to be chased, to hide and be found time and again, is why my father is the ghost stalking my dreams. When I was a child, hunting for where to hide and wait for my friends to seek, I found, inside an abandoned yard with an unfinished building, a hole in the …

“Be not righteous over much; neither make thyself over wise. . .” — Ecclesiastes Nigeria’s literary X comes alive a few times every year. And it’s a carnival. You feel a thrill just following the thing. But it’s even more exhilarating to join, to have an opinion—you feel triumphant, like Ulysses after he cut up …

I sit with the inconsolable soul of the dark— The voices of pleasure in the deep woods

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