Deception of Beauty (or Eclipsed by Rot)
I find myself in bed again, my limbs glued to the sheets.
The Middle has Never Appealed to Me
I’m going to get it out of that way and let you know that I’m bipolar.
The Great Gig in the Sky
Once I read about a boy from Northern Pakistan who didn’t experience pain.
How to remove poison
The memory is so deeply rooted it’s as if my body remembers directly.
OBSESSIONS AND MONSTERS
The pile of homemade quilts made by southern mamaws, some of whom were just bones now blanketed in dirt, spread their comfortable weight over my eight-year-old arms and legs.
on the Flight back to nigeria
She was seated at the rear stage of seat 202 on Row 4 at the Barclays Centre when Chris Martin brought out his guitar and started playing.
The Fifty-minute hour
The big hand presses the twelve while the little hand settles down over the four. Beyond the window, the world waits, silent and dark. My mother’s fingers encircle my bony right shoulder, easing it back and forth.