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I Cry at the Feet of My Other Body

Obiageli knew this day would come. For I still remember her incessant nods and yeses and her I ready do anything carry this bele.…

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at your mother’s funeral

at the funeral, your father was the first to throw earth over her casket. to sit on the floor and tell the crowd of…

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Shoes

Head to Okey’s shop as soon as you leave the house, but please, don’t go in your blue shoes; not because your shoes may…

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Naked

It is just the two of us here. Three, if we count Allah. Five, if we count the two angels guarding me, left and…

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Safety Pins Are Good Omens

This time, it wasn’t the musty smell of black soap and shea butter bound together in one of my Ghana-must-go bags that disturbed my…

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