Life

Somewhere in BornoIit lingers, the sorrow, like a mist as men sit on benches with tumblers of ginin hands, smoke from bummed cigars drifting aboutthe atmosphere—the only mechanismmy countrymen have invented to disembody ache.IIa foreigner once asked why the children herewear old faces: i told him to wear his caution perfectly well. the bullets don’t […]

1.I have climbed all the mountains in the world. I have climbed the tallest trees to their apical leaves. I have cruised the endless waters to the points where the earth kisses the sky, or back to my starting point in Lagos on the occasion when I kept westfor four hundred years for refusing to […]

CW: Depictions of violence The first time I hear Cinderella, Mother is crying slow, deliberate tears that gather at the corners of her eyes before releasing themselves down the steep ridge of her cheekbone. Each one catches the fractured afternoon light like something briefly precious before vanishing into the collar of her kanga, which has […]

today, i am the little crow that gloom has nothing against. lightning bugs find a home under my nails. i choose life, untethered from the clasp of time & existence. the art of living is not so hard to learn. there is beauty in the ephemeral. re-see these familiar elements. embrace the inalienable order of […]

My name is Kaldi, the legendary founder of coffee from Ethiopia. I might have died many years ago, but my spirit is on an important mission to Nairobi. Our hero, Jonah the depressed writer and I were united by my friendly poison, which I discovered in the year of Our Lord 850 AD. The truth […]