Selected Writings
Byline
Obiageli knew this day would come. For I still remember her incessant nods and yeses and her I ready do anything carry this bele.…
at the funeral, your father was the first to throw earth over her casket. to sit on the floor and tell the crowd of…
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…
It is just the two of us here. Three, if we count Allah. Five, if we count the two angels guarding me, left and…
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…