Sometimes, a piece of home lands on the tip of your tongue as it dissolves into smaller pieces of digestible joy – Savory pronounced as pundu or chikwanga. Other times,…

for Liberia  you have heard of how places open fresh eyes into the body, and built memories next to the mark we gather from the war. you have seen the…

Grace    for V after Gbenga Adesina’s Glory grace of the night’s throat, lilies of grace; grace of stars and all their dark matter; grace of the sky’s slow race…

There isn’t much to say about this room cluttered with books & festering with mosquitoes. The carpet stinks of goat urine & the ceiling might collapse any moment. There isn’t…

My appetite for silence is eating away my tongue Things don’t have to be spoken to be said Things don’t have to be said to be spoken This is how…

mother [specimen A] take a mother away from a life, put an ear against it hive to hear a loud echo   of emptiness. hold it up to the light…

i do not intend suffering upon this body; yet, on some occasions, i set the butterflies   on fire like one who has developed a propensity for darkness. almost all…

Not everything that puts grief into your body will be how ugly a country treats   its people. how bullets flew for years and when it landed, a disease outbreak…

The wind hosts a funeral. My heart whitewashed in bathwater. I peel clean at the edge of the butcher’s sabre. My haemorrhage blushes. I can’t discern if the air is…