Today, owning a weapon is not only accepted but also seen as essential for survival.
THE LAST EMBRACE BEFORE THEY LEFT
A centuries-old bond shatters, leaving only the memories of a shared life between Hausa and Yoruba in the Kano old town.
IS JAZZ REAL? MAYBE NOT, BUT I FELT SOMETHING THAT NIGHT
“Customer, see me now,” she said, turning around for me to see her buttocks and half-revealing breasts.
MY FAVOURITE EATER GOT A GIRLFRIEND. MOURN WITH ME.
I am grateful for the freedom to savour the beauty of another without tainting that knowing with the need to possess or define it.
THE DEAD IS NOT THE TARGET OF GRIEF
The sun was just cracking out of the dawn’s clouds when it suddenly went dim on Seyyīd, my nephew.
THE ART OF COMPLETING A CYCLE
One day, I wake up to her crying in the middle of the night. She has my phone in her hands. I do not have to ask why she is crying. I know.
UNCOVERING THE ORIGIN STORY OF MY MIND IN THREE ACTS
In that household, we did not speak openly of demons and devils. We did that in hushed tones and invited the Sheikh to pray everything away.
WE DON’T HAVE CONVERSATIONS ANYMORE, WE JUST WANT TO FUCK
“Hey handsome, nice to meet you. Are you open to friends with benefits?”
A GOOD WORLD
I joined my partner in Toronto at the beginning of winter, when there weren’t a lot of activities for someone coming from a warm climate.