The Politician’s Child (A Short Story) – Chapter One

Chapter One "In such a regime, I say, you died a good death if your life had inspired someone to come forward and shoot your murderer in the chest - without asking to be paid." - Chinua Achebe, A Man of the People I glanced out of the tinted car window, irritated. With each breath, … Continue reading The Politician’s Child (A Short Story) – Chapter One

Ode To Black Women

A little black girl With bright eyes In a little red dress, Fixes her gaze upon...

I Think I Need To Go Back To Nigeria…

I think I need to go back to Nigeria, or at least visit a new country in Africa soon. Like, there's a restlessness in my bones that I just can't quite place...

Dangerous Diaspora.

We are the torn sounds of a West African daughter born in a West partly built on a West African daughter...

To The One.

To the one who believes that they are not worthy of love. You are human, and yes, you are flawed...

Skyline Protest.

Peacefully Protest, They said. So...

Good Friday.

if only the child for whom raindrops have been replaced by the gaze of bombs