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The sleep I am do for this stupid bed is what make this small doctor talk to me like I am small boy. Walahi, thank God here no be street. If to say here is street and she open her mouth like…

It seemed to her that adults saw everything. Her mother saw the landlord’s wife in the black crow that bore holes into slightly yellow papaws still strung to the tree.

And I drew graffiti on the windscreen with blood / etched out catacombs on the rear mirror/ stuffed pieces of broken glass into my mouth / because the tongue is a lubricant for spare parts

Angolans, in addition to loving makas1, partying till morning, arriving late for appointments, and using and abusing humour even against themselves, were post-modern before the concept was even invented

Family Man was Mama Cynthia’s legacy from a previous relationship and had inherited his mother’s height, dusty complexion, and innate elegance. Although he was in his early twenties...

When I fell into a glass of beer, flailing in the massive froth I caused by my flapping about, fearing my drowning, I entered an unconsciousness and epiphany at the same time.