Toluwalope, I. As a child, I always dreamed of my future husband. I think it would be fair if I told you that I suffered from sleeplessness when I was small. I found it hard to sleep during the night and so as to make myself dizzy, I had to think of something sweet or … More White.
Each time you go to visit your brother in the asylum, you want to tell him the truth. Or rather, the truth wants to get out of you. You try to remain strong and conceal the truth under blankets of sympathy. Sometimes you succeed. Most times you know you are about to fuck up so … More The Truth You Know.
The day he died, he had sex. It was his first time. He did not die during the act, no. He was moaning sensually and wishing it would never end. But it did end, and his life with it. It happened on a Sunday. The boy had just woken up in his room at a … More His First Sex.
ONE. The sun is shining brightly. It must have been scorching but l do not feel it. In the car, everything is warm. I look outside and see what happens when shelter starts a fight with you. I look up and see what happens when Harmattan decides that it’s not going to rear its … More The Other Side.
Dear Wanjiku, I received your parcels last week. I’m sorry this is coming late. I have been down for a while now and I’m just getting on my feet. I saw the beautiful photos you sent, most especially the Nairobi sunset. It looks more beautiful than when you described it. I’m thinking of coming over … More Waves.
When I first got my sister’s message, I was overjoyed. It was a Sunday. I do not usually take my phone to church so I left it at home that Sunday and went to the church with mum and dad. Church was great. Our pastor preached about unfaithfulness in marriage. I liked the message because … More Like Mary.
As you stand by his grave and read his spooky epitaph, with tears in your eyes, you will remember those days. You will remember many things. Things that you want to remember. Things that you never want to remember. Things that you never even knew happened. You will remember and spill tears; tears of joy, … More You Will Remember Things.
Joy made sure she sat in the front pew that Sunday morning. She would make sure the pastor saw her. She would keep starring at him in the eyes until their eyes met. Until he reacted. She did not care how he did it. If he liked, he should clear his … More Sex on Sunday
When I received your letter, Ayanla, I did not know how to react. At first, a river of happiness flooded my heart at the thought of seeing your rebellious face again. And then grief beyond measure swept me off my feet. It is sad, Ayanla, that you ignored all our warnings and pushed your own mother to the floor that night you sent Folashade away. It is sad that after you’ve caused our family a big loss and thrown our family name into big disrepute, you are coming back with the magical words. … More Coming Home [Part 2.]
Yes, it is not a mistake. It is not a dream. It is me, Ayanla. I will not be surprised or disappointed if you decide not to read this letter further because I know I do not deserve your attention and should even be grateful that you have read to this point and are still reading. Uncle, I want to say sincerely, I AM SORRY. … More Coming Home. [Part 1]