Glissade

1. It’s midnight. I’m sitting on the veranda drinking cardamom coffee, trying hard not to call Chris. “Don’t call him and accuse him,” my therapist says. “That will only make things worse.” She suggests filling my mouth with water and keeping it there. “Bite your tongue if you feel you might say something that will …

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

These Girls wanted their bosses’ lives, to upset the hierarchy of social order, and climb to positions they were never meant to reach.

Despite Nigeria’s rich oral traditions, I daresay that the culture of producing albums in the spoken word genre remains underdeveloped.

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