Tentacular Thinking
Between Glimpse and Record
Most mornings in Lagos, at about 7:15 a.m., I go on a brisk walk. I turn south from a road linking the Lekki-Epe expressway and enter a…
Musings
How Desire Holds a Plea
My dearest Ayobámi, I begin with how long I’ve loved you, to what extent, and with what intensity. Throughout the weeks we attended rehearsals as…
