A few hours later, you were trying to rebuke grief. You smiled, leg-working, lori iro…
“Who even named you Jesus? Of all the names in The Bible, of all the names wey dey dis world so, na the name wey no fit you at all dem give you.”
Had I become a roaming syringe deployed by the federal government to inject pregnancies?
Late at night making love, peignoir
& a glaciated window, you touched me everywhere
In my secondary school days, in every one of my classes, there was always a classmate who would die.