Dec
08
The Loophole of Happiness Project
It is the quiet that matters. The way one is heard. For the last two years of my life, I
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Aaliyah Ovayoza Ibrahim
Nov
30
Right Hands (5)
It was a day that folded into other days. Today nestled so comfortably between yesterday and tomorrow that it was
4 min read
Nov
23
Right Hands (4)
She swept the compound in a smooth zig-zag pattern, bending and turning at each corner until dust and particles of
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Nov
09
Right Hands (3)
His absence came with the proliferation of the poetry of marriage. Three weeks and no head or tail of Faruk,
6 min read
Nov
02
Right Hands (2)
In a flame, there are spaces. Spaces between the fiery blue section and the coal, and between the blue flame
7 min read
Oct
19
Rights Hands (1)
That evening, in front of Faruk, Khadijah understood for the first time how women got their happiness trimmed and sized.
3 min read
Sep
14
Glory be Mercy (4)
The oil was too much, and Edna liked it. Each time she dipped the large metallic cooking spoon into the
6 min read
Sep
07
Glory be Mercy (3)
Between the end of the rainy season and the beginning of harmattan in 2009, when snails came out in droves
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Aug
31
Glory be Mercy (2)
It took a day too long for Mercy to realize she was dead. Time floated by, cinnamon dust in liquid,
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Aug
24
Glory be Mercy (1)
Two men, a fridge, and a narrow entryway. The short, stocky man shouted commands from the bottom end of the
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