Her smile was wider and brighter on Thursdays. Yasmeen looked on as the children of Gerezani and neighbouring districts came around to knock on her doors. Some were mannered, others less so, but they all arrived with one purpose…[2min] 

There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. That was what Abiola Ajirebi concluded as he gently applied the Ketoprofen ointment on the bunions blighting his left foot… [4mins]

i tell my mother as she moulds handful of wet, rose water infused henna paste on each of my fingers that i don’t want to feel uncomfortable this night… [5mins]

You are late. I waited for you when I was fifty. I prayed and cried for you to appear when I was sixty. You had to wait till I was eighty? Was it to ensure that I suffered just a little bit more?… [4mins]

The solitary shoot springing out of the crack, breaking through concrete, fills me with a grudging and somewhat twisted sense of admiration. I can’t help but wonder at the power in this tiny living thing, and the irony that, in this single act of natural defiance, life has triumphed over death… [15mins]

I run after her as she’s forcing the money in her hand back inside her fancy handbag, I tap on her leg to draw her attention. When she looks at me, I quickly rub my palms vertically in three swift successive motions… [6mins]

Mother never lies. She once told me every woman had a little madness in her, which she could set free at any time… [2mins]