Glissade

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

Enjoy the kisses too. I had thought that a man who swore by bushmeat would use too much teeth. No. Your head will reel when he tilts your face…

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

Abba Kyari told me he was going to have a crucial meeting with the President and some other people on your matter.

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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