I went to see him today. I sat on the cold white tiles and ignored the thick stone in my throat as I looked at the words. They looked back at me, cold, unmoved, impersonal. White letters curved in black granite; they tell me nothing… [6mins]
Kuso’s tongue likes it here. High up, parked on the roof of Allawaah’s mouth. It’s his most favourite spot on Allawaah’s body, if he has to be exclusive. The cliff of her nose too, if he doesn’t… [8mins]
It is thirteen degrees outside. And the day is 19 December 19: the day after the House of Representatives voted to impeach President Trump. The next-to-triumphant news does well to thaw the crisp coldness characteristic of the Bostonian air as I leave my work building and head for my Uber… [9mins]
“So, Nancy, tell us about AFREADA – what is it, and how did It start?”
I get this question a lot. It’s usually the first question I answer when I find myself on a panel or in front of a studio microphone… [6mins]
Long time, no story! No email notifications, no AFREADA links on Twitter, no Insta updates, no nothing. Content wise, it’s been a quiet couple of weeks but we can assure you that it has all been intentional…
Recovering from addiction was like being retrieved after a great fall, and then placed on the edge of the cliff. It was a precarious place to sit, and Durotimi felt like all it would take was one indiscretionary shot of vodka… [10mins]
Blue, yellow, pink, white stickers all over our living room. On our furniture that holds so many memories. Blue for Tonton Fall, and the Sunday mornings we watched you jiggle your belly to Fela Kuti and make us laugh… [3mins]
