Sorrow

On a day like any other in Abuja, I lie fast asleep under my cotton-flavored blankets. It is only 5:00 pm when my mum interrupts my slumber of magical dreams dragging me from underneath. I had not [+]

Light peeks through the stain glass window in front of our small crawl-space attic, creating rainbows on the walls in our living room. I stand at the front door overlooking the sunlit street that [+]

I stare at the sky and all of its colors and shades, lights and darks, reds and yellows within its deep blue. The sun elongates the shadows created by my body and my black ‘77 Trans-Am parked on [+]