Glissade

Waiting for Abuja

February 15, 2023

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. …

Mourning

July 18, 2023

A few hours later, you were trying to rebuke grief. You smiled, leg-working, lori iro…

My Father Renamed Himself

March 4, 2024

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 …

The Intimacy Of Mourning

January 16, 2025

You are becoming a version of a person okay with the passing of a father.

My Loneliness Is Killing Me

February 13, 2023

He smokes until he sees something moving in the smoke, remembers Joy like blindness: swimming at Jazeera Beach, gorging on belonging, barwaaqo, iftiin. He remembers riding through Suuqa Bakaaraha on a motorbike, held onto by women with hair trailing behind them like black smoke. It’s raining in London again, Hassan Aden Samatar sings from a …

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