Èjìrẹ́, Aráìsokún, ẹdunjobi, Ọmọ ẹdun tí ń ṣeré orí-igi. Ọ̀kan ni mo bèrè, èjì ló wọlé tọ̀ mí wá. You were asleep when you were born, in my hand, your reflection split into two. The men who were hired to forsake your silence brought drums & took you out to it. I looked back at …

  My brother, held tight to his  belief like a limpet holding onto algae,  chewing it off a hard rock. So when  he joined Boko Haram, we only saw it  on the leaf he left us that read: I have  left to strive in the path of my Lord. Ya  Ilahi, I agree, belief eats at a …