Glissade

The sun burns brightest on the morning after a night-time rainstorm. That Thursday in June, when my partner and I awoke to find our Surulere apartment windows washed clean by rain, with the glass slats sparkling in the sunlight and the floor tiles as dry as an ark’s insides, we decided to celebrate our good …

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 …

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

You are becoming a version of a person okay with the passing of a father.

I may say I tried the best I could to stifle an instinct But the quiet invitation of your transparent gown…

When the second punch meets K’s lips, he is still imagining this is not happening.

ISSUES

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