Mother’s woven baskets criss cross like the condemned path I chose, my body settles as fermented palm wine trapped in a drunkards keg.
Mother calls me cursed because farm work to me is metaphor for digging my […]
They produced the sound, we danced to the tunes. It was a whole circus as they stroked the strings on the kora till it hurt my senses.
Their thumb pressed against the wooden frame, a metaphore for my […]
They built mansions from scraping the muscles and tissues beneath our flesh, with sweat from our brows thick as blood we remained elbow deep in the soil, toiling our produce into greedy hands.
Mike was […]
It was normalcy for sacrilegious thumbs to grace the lace beneath my abdomen.
The ritual of spreading my legs for the reservoir in a man’s bossom was something I experienced instead of child care.This night a […]
Hell hath no fury like a Mother rid of her offspring , mother was alone on this path.
She vehemently poured libations whilst chanting ululations with the strength of caged demons in a frenzy hullabaloo but I […]
My body is an unholy scripture yearning to be cleansed because the gospel of my frame can no longer be preached.
Mama wanted me to be holy.
So Brother Sunday knocked and made way for himself, he sought and he […]
Okonkwo will search for it like a roaring lion looking for whom to devour.
He will go into this dark tunnel with pride in his undeserving eyes. The community will be outside waiting to take your purity and turn […]
“They will give your child good education in Italy, foreign land! ” Mama Abidjan yelled. “You will make plenty money for yourself ” She sneers, patting your shoulder aggressively as you shed tears. This was your […]
My unclothed frame fought hard to clean the blood from the bed, it was different from when I first saw my period.
I sat reminiscing as my skin brooded in the bath.
I remembered our compound crawling […]
The funeral has become a crime scene, confused police men are littered across the cathedral. Father Okoloma has pled the blood of Jesus a million times…..
It was time for the ritual of staring at the decayed […]
If wishes were horses maybe our home would have blinds or at least windows or decent doors, but wishes are not horses they are giant snails moving slowly with broken shells, never reaching a destination before […]
On this marble floor my body glows from expensive oils worth a million more than everything my parents had, I savour every bit of this moment blessing God for the sudden riches and wealth. I was only recently a […]