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?
It saddens me to realize that everyone I know will die. I, too, will die.
I have never wanted to forget. But I have faltered in remembering.
She knew it was me who took our stepmom’s bottle of kayan mata and poisoned it.
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…
We were all African women in that room, and it has always been clear to us that your sex life does not fully belong to you.
