Fiction
David Died Yesterday
The muted sound of her knuckles connecting with his face was not enough: she needed to know she had broken through flesh, that she would leave a mark…
It Feels Wrong to be Awake
I don’t need to look at the window to know it is still dark, I can feel the air thrum with the stillness of the early morning, a calm that is punctuated with some distant birds in the trees outside…
You found it After the Breakup
It was a generally ugly sort of thing. The kind that you would continue to stare at until you had to look away, like It whispered something vulgar in your ear…
Poetry
Slow Sips
She drinks tea in slow sips
Coated in tight-lipped urgency
Marked by careful calligraphy
How to Make a Nigerian Woman
Add a cup of beauty,
A handful of dark coils,
A sprinkle of anger and a splash of intellect…
Strangeness
Over time,
I have come to the conclusion that in every person,
there exist endless versions of the same human being…
Phonetics
In primary school,
I pronounced the letter z as zee like the Americans do
Formed my lips into the same shapes I saw on Disney channel…
Leave the Lights On
Today I am a body.
Folded on top of itself like a love letter
Waiting to be unfurled…
Ẹni tí a bí Nínú Omi, Kì Yóò rì Láé
The floods are rising
Like dust in the back of your throat
Bodies of those who died before you…