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A riddle for the ashy sky

Sometimes the body stops believing itself, chews away its skin with venomous thoughts. A miracle God begs you to stop performing. – Wine, Theresa Lola. Years teach you how a Saviour isn’t a man but someone, anyone, who wears crosses on the back, not the tongue. You knew crosses early Read more…

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Thelma, Tell Ma

Thelma, tell Ma, your mother. Say you want to be her transparent lip gloss next Sunday. No one will care about the size of the lips, your ebony skin wouldn’t be sin. Home would not call you an outsider. Thelma, tell Ma you want the lip gloss, not the thick Read more…

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Love is Light and Blood

Some pieces escape the mind and become a body – they grow their eyes and ears and mouths and a heartbeat – a song that does not die – an undefined breath. This is one of them. On a night coloured with no stars, love is light and blood. Because Read more…

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A Heaving Something

A Review which is not a full review but a subtle retelling of Damilola Mike Bamiloye’s Bosom Fire. A heaving something. Death comes in riddles dished by darkness. Sacrificing your freedom on its altar is not an impossibility for a powerful evangelist like you, Steve, prayers do not rule out Read more…

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A mirror of God’s beauty

For Mrs Ogunnoiki, July 26. Do I over-express? Well, how do we celebrate a golden woman on her golden birthday? Do we teach stars to dance for someone they imitate? Do we instruct the clouds to resist the sun for something brighter – to weave this woman’s name onto the Read more…

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