KNOCK, KNOCK I never quite learned to knock. It had little to do with upbringing, or courtesy, or even a lack of respect for peoples’ privacies; I simply didn’t learn to knock. Maybe it had something to do with my peculiar left-handedness. Older people told you what hand to […]

 Backseat yarns about the life of a Lagos runs girl. Wazobia FM threw back Christopher Nusa Ohenhen’s hit song “Dupey” on the car radio as Afo drove around the tarnished roads of mainland Lagos. The rhythmic sound of the old school instrumentals boomed softly from the car speakers and Afo […]

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I remember falling into the gutter when I was seven. Returned home soaked and smelly, dripped in dirt. Told mama the neighborhood dog chased me, And I was sorry I lost the bread she sent me. It is ok, she said: You’ll buy plenty of bread for me one day I […]