Glissade

I believed, for once, that God wasn’t responsible for anything.

I find succor in my reflection on Murtala’s face. Why can’t I confide in it? Is it not family now?

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

I was aware of the ostracism and persecution that atheism invites in a hyper-religious country like Nigeria.

All writing is speculative. No matter how grounded in history or current reality; even nonfiction requires a reimagining, a speculation on what we think we know. I sit comfortably with ‘speculative fiction’ as a way of seeing rather than a genre because it is impossible for me to divorce it from everyday life. Consider Harry …

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