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My Father Renamed Himself

March 4, 2024

A child’s need to be chased, to hide and be found time and again, is why my father is the ghost stalking my dreams. When I was a child, hunting for where to hide and wait for my friends to seek, I found, inside an abandoned yard with an unfinished building, a hole in the …

But NYSC Is Just A Year

July 18, 2023

Had I become a roaming syringe deployed by the federal government to inject pregnancies?

My Loneliness Is Killing Me

February 13, 2023

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 …

The Green Vineyard

October 18, 2025

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

Which Way Is Forward?

July 18, 2023

“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.”

Ode to My Adibas Sneakers

October 18, 2025

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

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