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  • Durotimi

    By Kiah on November 15, 2017
    Things are not love. He has always known this, yet he brings home things, and more things. An alpaca wool scarf from Peru, emerald earrings from Colombia, diamond brooches from South Africa, a rare Jaeger-LeCoultre from Switzerland, Austrian chocolates, perfume from France’s most renown apothecary, chopsticks made in Kyoto, sandals created in Laos… “Thank you,” She says every time with […]
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  • The Rain

    By Kiah on October 3, 2017
      ‘Jealous of the rain that falls upon your skin It’s closer than my hands have been I am jealous of the rain’ There are days Remi isn’t sure if he wants her back or not. Those are the semi days. Days in between good and bad. Days when he can stand upright but head still bowed. On good days, […]
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  • SoNo

    By Kiah on September 15, 2017
      For SoNo…one of my favorite places in the world. And home.   Lately it had been hard to love Moyo. Not because she was any less the woman he had initially fallen in love with. It wasn’t as if she had suddenly changed either or picked up some terrible habit along the way. As far as any one could […]
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  • Someone to Watch Over Me

    By Kiah on August 21, 2017
      She tells Unuoma she won’t take his name at a time when it is too late for him to do anything about it other than make some disapproving grunts that soon become snores as she rubs his back in her tiny bed, in her even tinier room in her tiny apartment on 134th street West. It is here they […]
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  • Things Forgotten

    By Kiah on August 8, 2017
      There is something about the woman that reminds him of things forgotten. This is how he knows he is supposed to be with her. Even if only for a season. The first night they make love, she falls asleep weeping. The morning after, he asks her what had brought so much pain. “I am a sickler Oju. From childhood, […]
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  • Disguise

    By Kiah on June 15, 2017
    She has periods of quietness. They are long and unsettling. Unsettling because Sayo was never a quiet child. Of all our children, she was the noisiest. The one most like her mother, Ranti. The one I loved the most. I know parents aren’t allowed to have favorites. I know it is wrong and unfair to my three other children that […]
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  • The Hairy Truth

    By Kiah on June 2, 2017
      Like everything else about her, Kiitan’s hair was difficult. All her life, only one hair dresser had not complained. Aunty Toyin, from Jakande Beach Estate. Only that sweet rotund woman had spoken lovingly, maybe sometimes in awe, about her thick, long and very unmanageable hair. Everyone else had complained; her mother, her aunties, even her friends who should know better. […]
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  • The Things No One Told You…

    By Kiah on April 17, 2017
    Mr. Gbolagade Adeowuro 4 Midchester Avenue, White Plains NY 06007 Dear Gbolagade, These are the things no one told you but they should have… That Ifeade, your sister, the one you looked up to, the one you loved more than anyone else, even your parents, the one whose death forced you to be more than you ever were, the one […]
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  • Becoming Lovers

    By Kiah on April 13, 2017
      The first time we kissed was unexpected; it was two people on a collision course that didn’t know how it would all end up. Worse still, it was in full view of others. By the second time, we were better prepared. I knew how his mouth tasted then, knew the crevices and the strength of his tongue. He wielded […]
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  • Bridges

    By Kiah on March 9, 2017
    Our children are bridges, structures made out of love, blood, flesh, and bone, connecting us to the past, hinging us to the future. It is too early for me to be awake  so I ignore the banging on the door that connects the room to that of the children and bury my head under the covers. My daughter is one of two, […]
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