Glissade

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?”

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

Now every alphabet of your mis-branding is peeled  away by the salt of time

“Who even named you Jesus? Of all the names in The Bible, of all the names wey dey dis world so, na the name wey no fit you at all dem give you.”

Heartbreak is painful, sure, I believe. But have you ever plugged your phone at night with the conviction it’d be completely charged by dawn, and when morning greets you like a curtsying teenager, you find out it’s exactly at the point you left it the previous night, unmoved and unshaken like mount Kilimanjaro?And what’s worse …

ISSUES

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