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Listen to me, Papa loved us, you have to believe this, and I know many things is on your mind now and you want mek I shut up because you always complain that I talk too much and drink too much…

He sat still and asked him not to stir when she saw who was calling, and when he giggled, she asked him to shush, her face suddenly the stern glare of polished steel.

The nights when those penetrable walls whispered to me, everything became hyperreal, like the moment after the seventh cup of coffee when the heart misses its rhythm by a nanosecond and the only thought possible is about one’s mortality

You know, when a person has insight into a delicate matter, it becomes their moral responsibility to share such knowledge with people. This is why pundits are asked on television to talk about the politics of the day...

On a newly reframed black & white portraitof you, sitting on a bedside table— lengthsof your hijab stretches to the marbled floor...

Our first date is in Yaba. Car horns blare outside the congested intersection as we climb the air-conditioned stairs of Domino’s Pizza, me ahead of you