Lunch
Lunch –
Taiye was so engrossed in her phone she didn’t even hear Jide walk into the office kitchen.
“Is this thing really worth it sef?” she mumbled to herself.
“Is what really worth it?”
Men Mold Breast Like Clay by Paul Oluwafemi
Men Mold Breast Like Clay
Breast look down when they’ve died.
Show not a man the church where clays pray, the soil where clays worship, the body where clays fast, the building where clays speak in tongues.
Book Review: What It Means When a Man Falls from the Sky by Lesley Nneka Arimah
With an original take on speculative, dystopian, fantastical, magical realism and any other term that stands for ‘knocks the breath out of you’, Lesley Nneka Arimah has spun a collection of short stories in such a spectacular and intelligent manner that will stay with us for a very long time.
Pgymalion without Galatea/Were I A Sculptor by Lamar Johnson
Pgymalion without Galatea/Were I A Sculptor
If I could I’d try and sculpt a man.
I’d put marble, basalt rocks in hand,
and say “I can make this work, I can!”
I’d try and make a man out of land.
For The Lives That Failed by George Victor
FOR THE LIVES THAT FAILED
Today,
Let us cry into the dusk, while watching our stinking selves
Stand unstirred beneath the feet of hills in ìdànrè
To find partial answers, to the hunger singing restless hymns
In our heat-burnt heads
A Story with No Name by Joy Chime
A Story with No Name by Joy Chime
My ex-girlfriend once said, out of the blue, when we were still an album, that I kissed like her ex-boyfriend. Needless to say, I was puzzled. And curious, so I asked what she meant.
