Passion

Would you act right if you knew better? Would you talk while I listen or listen while I talk, but...

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

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...