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

There is an old market woman growing inside of me. My mother weeps for me the night I birth blood. I feel the turbulence of an ocean in my womb being emptied. She says I have become a woman and I want to celebrate my womanhood but my brother looks morose and my father has fear in his eyes… [2mins]

When Rumor and her constantly wagging tongue had it that Obinna was cheating on his wife of three months with a nameless, faceless, seventeen-year-old with agbalumos for breasts, everyone blamed the bad sex… [10mins]

Rooster. Between two feet in the car where four people are hunched with pounding hearts because the sky has turned to ink and their tire has turned to flap… [10mins]

On the third day she came to visit, all the sharp edges in my house fell to pieces. I discovered them hour by painful hour, as I moved from dusty corridor, to bath, to wood-floored bedroom dotted with several months’ worth of shed hair and fluff… [3mins]

I never imagined meeting my ghosts in a desert. I thought we would all come together when I was even older, more timeworn, defying gravity out of this body. But here she is, at my door in Behan, Arizona, darker than I remember her father… [2mins]

You gather your laundry, your basins, your dirty shoes and bags, and drop a pack of washing powder on top of the pile, before dragging it out of your room and into the corridor… [4mins]