‘We are about to close, sir.’ Elvis swiveled back to see the docent of Kelvingrove Art and Gallery Museum standing over his shoulder with a broad smile. ...
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The meal was ekpang n̄kukwọ, a delicacy I promise to tell you more about later. Picture a group of five, my husband and I included, gathered around a ...
The air was thick with the scent of wet earth and unseen decay, a scent that clung to the skin, heavy, unyielding, a scent that was the night, a scent that ...
Prologue Banji looked different in remembering. The blue of his button-down shirt, a soft velvet, faded into the light blue sky of Yvonne’s dream. She liked ...
I wait for the clapping to die. I show the even white plates in my mouth again and make a small joke about the venue. Ahead of me: a gallery of curious ...
II: Lust or Love… Go Figure He was tall and dark, and his hair had sleek waves. His eyes glittered with a foreboding touch of mischief as he smiled at ...
Foreword by Jo Ingabire Moys When I was twenty-five years old, my friends and I had a quarter-life crisis. However, unlike my friends who were grappling ...
The day I was expelled, Headmaster Webster called me a disruptor of peace and a violent thug. Nothing in his response surprised me. I left my brother ...
Prologue MIRA | Gombe, Kinshasa, November 1974 ‘Indépendance cha-cha to zuwi ye!’ Mira sings to the tune of Papa’s whistling as the family journey the ...
Amkela lay on his back watching the two moons cross the night sky far above, waiting for one to catch the other. The roof of the doss-hall was an unfinished ...
We moved into an apartment on the fourth floor of a large building in Nasr City where the elevator became my favorite playground. As usual, Ragi claimed the ...
I would never have been able to articulate so well what lay at the heart of my parents’ failed relationship had I not become aware that the vague searching ...
