Glissade

I saw a man and his wife earlier in the day, talking

the ocean waves whisper to my naked feet

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

“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.”

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 …

We do not need an intense Courtroom drama to let me go.

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