Glissade

It had been three months since the last time I heard Om Sagda’s screams. I marked those empty days on the calendar.

The baby, nameless still in this model of spirituality, and his parents, Sarah and Fabian, catechists at Saint Mary’s parish, sit in the front pew. The baby’s godfather and uncle, who is Uche elsewhere, but not on this day, not in this ritual where he must be Silas, sits behind the baby’s parents. There is …

Because he was different, the bus conductor let a lofty hope bud within him, a hope too high for his type: love.

Apropos of writing an essay on the experience of plodding through a difficult time in my life, I have been thinking about what suffering means for the artist. The process of writing that essay, as one would expect, was a dark affair layered with distress and pain. I wrote in spurts, never steadily, as both …

But these precautions didn’t stop Ekene from dying in his sleep.

If Nigeria ever happened to anyone, it happened to John Pepper Clark-Bekederemo (1935—2020).

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