God is Small Small.
Mama always ask God to continue to give her breath, but I tink it is her nose that is giving her breath. If I close her nose with my hand, or handkerchief, she will stop breathing.
Learning To Say Goodbye
I've learned to leave him in dark places, In feelings I cannot put into words without spilling my heart's content, in dusty shelves that reek abandonment and broken vases that wither flowers, I've learned to stitch his name into nothingness…
12 O'clock
The year Papa died, I realised God was a mortal man too because I think he died with Papa. Mama wailed, I wept, Chibundu cried, then Mama followed suit the way I had seen flies follow nsi at Papa's small cassava farm.
The Nature of the Beast
To breathe the air was to breathe needles. One had to prepare oneself for sharp nose pricks. The cold was barely bearable by Lagos standards, but it was bearable. To breathe the air was to breathe needles. One had to prepare oneself for sharp nose pricks.
The Way of Death
Pam couldn’t believe that she had actually gone through with it
You know how when you have a nightmare where you keep falling into infinite darkness. That sinking feeling in your tummy that only intensifies, reverberating pressure until you cant take any more…
