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I started naming the cities in my body when I was ten. Some I named grief, sorrow, agony, and mental disorder. Others I named brokenness, injustice, and infirmity. There was…More
No one, they said, is perfect. Without thoughts or mincing words, I declare to you today that Portia was perfect even in her own imperfections. She seemed so flawless in…More
“Mtchew!” Moomi hissed for the sixth time that night as we waited at the bus stop. We were going for a night vigil and as usual, Moomi insisted that we…More
Mosquitoes have not returned from vacation, Kam, I said to myself. Let’s open the front door and sit in the doorway; this house is hot tonight. I agreed with myself.…More
Mama did not joke with God and wanted you, her children not to ever joke with God. There was a day the twins were fighting and the bitter one, Michael…More
I always wondered why she had issues with the arithmetic. It just didn’t suit her. Maybe, she was too good at her teaching career to tolerate any inaccurate application to…More
It happened when I was fifteen-years old. I had been watching a football match on the television with my uncle, Baba Hassan when a young boy suddenly appeared from nowhere…More
They were coming for her soon. This, she knew because her mother had told her so. Moreso, her mother had gone the same way. ‘You must march at dawn, Koko.…More
The sun stretched this morning, a pale gold offering. I saw it through the tall grasses between my window and the river. It stretched but didn’t rise. This morning, I…More
BECOMING DAY “Carry your playing outside.” I’m playing with Babi, with her yellow hair. Daddy brought her for me. “I brought you Babi;” as if it was a person, the…More