love

I wrote something on the Nigerian Civil War, I thought you might want to spare some time to read it....

I see you lurking in the fields. Between the maize crops. In a white jalab and your hijab wrapped delicately...

sweet delirium

We are fragile and imperfect, and sometimes, the hardest truths are those we have to tell ourselves.

The rickety clock reminds me of time. Of a time when we ate jollof rice & merried. When all we cared for...

We met outside the building, at the car park. I didn’t think you were handsome at first, but I knew...