Do you ever wonder why our minds select and filter out memories? Like when we recall our childhood […]
Category Archive: FRUIT OF LABOUR ANTHOLOGY
I had first discovered death during the Miss World riots. A man on his bike escaping the violence […]
Dear Habib, By the time you get this letter, I will be dead. We have asked you to […]
Ikore is the Yoruba word for harvest. An appropriate title for this hybrid piece celebrating labour in itsdifferent […]
It was a hot afternoon in April, much like this one, the sky was a perfect deep blue […]
Every weekend in the early 70s, there was a man who packed up a tent and his film camera […]
As I write this, my white shirt filled withscribblings of different marker colours like an artwork of splashed paints […]
“Whatever your hands find to do, do it with all your might”. This quote was one of the […]
What the fuck even is this life? […]
I There are some things your mother should have told you the night before your wedding. Infact, there […]