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 ...
(one) After finishing the first bottle of hot Guinness, my tongue quivers. Neck recoiling into chin. The bitter taste is nastier than forewarned. Bey, I hope dis work yinno, I exclaim to Niesha the minute I could catch my breath. ...
THE YES TRAIN We jumped cheerily on and waved the world away.To what end, we had no idea and neither did we care,Trundling along in delight, shock, awe but always with gleeWe watch the skylines change from blue to any hue. The ides of ...
It hurts and the pain I feel is searing through my heartas the sycamore tree sheds its leaves, the signalling of a cooler seasonI contain myself inside and wait to die But I don’t dieI stay a long time in my cocoon and sleep for a long ...