Cry, just cry.
Next Sunday, when everybody is at church, Mngueshima will rise from her bed and walk to the drawer where all the documents of her educational achievements are kept.
Thunderbird and other poems.
I came without a religion, before the hypnosis,
looking spotless on a sunrise, the therapist held my fears,
Motherhood.
The baby is at it again. His shriek reaches you from the other room, a scratchy, high-pitched noise that claws through the wall separating the…
Test on Identity and other poems.
1. What is the weight of a name lost in translation?
a) A letter swallowed by the wind. b) The echo of a mother’s voice fading at the border…
A Costly Mistake.
I went to Bodija market to ask for long-grain rice. One market woman glanced left and right, and whispered close to me: “Do you mean Cocaine?”
Defending God?
I've been thinking about God lately. Not that I don't think about him often (not thinking about Him is like saying we don't think about oxygen,
The Arrow.
I am selfish to a fault. I say this with an air of resignation, not with any senseless ode to repentance. How do I know this, you ask? Well, read my story below.
The INN(T)ER VIEW.
I was in front of a people recently. I ordinarily wouldn't say they belong to me because when you're being viewed by different people, they call it an interview, I hear.
Protests are Pro-tests.
“Nigeria is being rocked by protests.” That was how the room for the news channels put it—and not rocked in the way that boys and girls dance and rock
Much Ado About Authorship.
We read his poems in secondary school. His prose was part of our literature curriculum: From the wistful romance of Romeo and Juliet; To the betrayal in Hamlet
The long search for Steeze.
Steeze. The first time I heard it, I was convinced that some content person (who influences people) had left Slovakia and was trying to talk about a friend of theirs named Steve.
Poetry is best honoured when dead.
There's a Netflix series called "Dickinson." The main character is a poet named Emily Dickinson, who is, in many ways, surviving in her head. Poetry was quite literally her life.