Glissade

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

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

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

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

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…

She imagined that she was Mary on the run to Egypt to save Baby Jesus.

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