Cross-genre

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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Articles

A festival of fire

Google does not answer every question. A fire outbreak nearly does. Or at least tries. On Otedola Bridge, the explosion is a bridge into five songs: Geometry Parabolas of anxiety. A woman who hated math recalls her math teacher’s voice: Diameters split every circle into half. Everything splits now. Diameters Read more…

By ife, ago
Cross-genre

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…

By ife, ago
Cross-genre

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…

By ife, ago
Poetry

Windows of My Soul

Look… through the windows of my soul Listen… to the echoes of my mind and feel the rhythms pulsating from within It is in moonlight where deceptive shadows rule that truth arises from my mind’s back amidst tonight’s darkness, a little fireplace glows one where the flames flicker and shimmer Read more…

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