On September 29th, at around 2.30 or so (I know it was then because lunch was done and yet dinner was still far off), I …
I was having lunch at my grandparents’ house when I was around 14. I remember it being a Sunday lunch, with chicken and lots of …
Clouds billow around the mountain topsFine, gossamer as smokeAs if the heights they reach are notRock formations or fragments of giant Earth moulding substance,But a pot, …
A strained tension pervades every corner of my home. As Christmas preparations begin earlier and earlier every year, tinsel replacing cobwebs in the local supermarkets …
Living in four different countries before the age of six years old has warped my perception of what it is to have a home. Considering …
I like to think these wounds that time has cauterised, reveal, in perfect preservation evidence of lives that have passed through you. But the rubble …
Playlist on Apple Music Perhaps I didn’t search hard enough, or use the correct phrasing, but I have not been able to locate a single …
Love In Colour is predominantly an anthology of romantic short stories, a collection which Babalola herself adeptly names ‘mythical tales from around the world, retold.’ …
80% of soldiers can’t shoot a defenseless enemy , but I haven’t been to war, so I know that that’s bullshit. I’ve grown masochistic to …
i end every day by promising myself: tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow but that hymn becomes a hex as i become acquainted with the quiet and my …
