The Hyena's Belly

It floats somewhere above the base of the gut, sometimes rising, bobbing, into the throat, where it grows dense and heavy and dark. There ...

I've been in a funky mood for about two weeks. Vinegar is flowing through my veins, I spit fire when I talk. I don't love my frien...

Whenever my bush-er Nigerian friends start to make bota/pako comparisons, placing me in the former category, I have a tendency to balk with...

Nigerians are very good people. And never better than when they are dealing with non-Nigerians. It is more or less common knowle...

we met when i was young. just a child. for my part, there was no attraction: i found his long hair distasteful, and there was a greasiness ...

ah, how i have missed you. the words come to me slowly. i have been out of practice. these fingers: they move more quickly than before, but ...

The quiet moments are the worst. Minutes, hours spent gazing out an open window, deep in thought. There was a time when I always knew a ca...

we will wake in poor man's luxury, a soft wind blowing through my subterranean window. on these summer days, i can peer out from undern...