Shock Me I Shock You
The new game Oyin and I invented is called Shock-Me-I-Shock-You. We play it whenever our parents aren't around. Often, Daddy is at work, bawling at his students for not understanding ordinary differential…
The Miles Between Us
The KrisFlyer miles of a dead person cannot be redeemed. The woman on the hotline said it as if she was underlining it in red ink with a ruler. She spoke with…
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River Mouth
Evening used to come soft in Icacos, slipping through coconut trees and over cracked fishing pirogues on the shore. Lately,…
A Masculine Fest
It all started in the monsoon of 1950—or 51? It was a golden day, soon to turn grey. I had…
New Things
Akure, Nigeria, 1999 January: My new guardian was a performer of miracles. A pastor whose anointed touch could heal sicknesses.…
Orchard of Blackbirds
“There are no innocents; there are only those who have not yet suffered.” —Ivo Andrić, The Bridge on the Drina…
Arewa Girls
We were girls once. The girls you once saw hawking on the streets of Arewa—selling awara, wainan rogo, dan wake…
Pot Hound Republic
The sun feel uneasy, shining too hard—like it know something coming. I glance up. Corbeaux wheel above the market, wings…
In a rain-soaked village by a restless river, a fifteen-year-old finds her childhood collapsing under the weight of family silence and unspoken danger. As the village watches and waits, she must discover what it means to endure — and who she must become to survive.