Farzana is prickled by her own reflection. The way the bags creep under her eyes, resting there like grey pouches, powdery and soft as an ear lobe. Coarse white hairs coil through her loose black bun like cotton thread. The same shade ...
A slight breeze drifts in through the open louvre blades in the windows facing the veranda, but still the living room is hot, almost as hot as it is outside. Why has Nana Nancy not turned the ceiling fan on? Doesn’t she feel the ...
Mama packed a cooler filled with corned beef sandwiches and sweet tea for the ride. She also packed saltine crackers just in case Lizzie felt sick in her belly from the car. Mama said that crackers always helped sour belly because they ...
23.03.2021 It’s been a year … and then some! A year ago today, the UK went under its first lockdown. The news is on in the background as I write, this is why I know what this day signifies (at least to England). I wish I ...
Charmed out of Saturday owurọ sleep by freshly fried àkàrà and creamy pap come rain or shinetwirling around church on Sundays in native Crowning weekdayswith white rice & assorted meat stew finishing each nightwith ...
Lately, I have been tired, an unfurling of myself that feels as though I am sinking into a pit of heightened emotion. Tiredness causes sadness, the chest pain of wanting to cry. Sometimes I do cry, and I don’t really have a reason. It ...
Visual storyteller, Angela Jimu, captures Lake Malawi in this story about the lake. These images, taken at Salima between February and October 2018, show how central the lake is to the lives of many people in the country. The ...
Bend yourself into the image of your dreamsSnap a limb Sever the tie of muscle and boneCut down to the core of you And whip up a new body, One that has mouth enough, Nerve enough, to speakAnd when you’re done ...
He smiles down at her, takes her hand in his long, cool fingers and helps her up. She has all of his attention, as though he sees every fracture, clumsily stitched seam and poorly healed wound that makes up the mess of her. She is ...
She kept track of their ages through their shoe sizes. The boy – younger and one size smaller than his sister – was easier to satisfy. The choice of boys’ footwear was limited. For him, Gloria opted for sturdy and ...