fiction

It is the quiet that matters. The way one is heard. For the last two years of my life, I

It was a day that folded into other days. Today nestled so comfortably between yesterday and tomorrow that it was

His absence came with the proliferation of the poetry of marriage. Three weeks and no head or tail of Faruk,

That evening, in front of Faruk, Khadijah understood for the first time how women got their happiness trimmed and sized.

The oil was too much, and Edna liked it. Each time she dipped the large metallic cooking spoon into the

Between the end of the rainy season and the beginning of harmattan in 2009, when snails came out in droves

It took a day too long for Mercy to realize she was dead. Time floated by, cinnamon dust in liquid,

Two men, a fridge, and a narrow entryway. The short, stocky man shouted commands from the bottom end of the