Glissade

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 …

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 …

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

If Nigeria ever happened to anyone, it happened to John Pepper Clark-Bekederemo (1935—2020).

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

ISSUES

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