Replaced
by
Damilola
For the first 11 years of my life I shared a bed with Iya Ropo. Every single day. At least that is what my parents tell me about the times I was too young to form memories.
April 19, 2019
20 Friends for 20 Years
by
Damilola
At the airport, they held onto each other like Siamese twins. ‘I will call everyday ‘No, I will call everyday. […]
April 3, 2019
The Twelfth Night
by
Damilola
Christmas for Omawumi was a time to sleep. Sleep and nothing more. A long time ago she had stopped expecting […]
December 14, 2018
Love Loud
by
Damilola
When it came to deciding who kept the apartment, there wasnโt as much of a battle as there had been […]
August 29, 2018
Breaking Bread
by
Damilola
To break Bread: to eat a meal, especially in companionable association with others. to distribute or participate in Communion Omololu […]
July 25, 2018
Running Circles
by
Damilola
There is a place. It is a place neither of us have been yet we know it exists. I have […]
May 15, 2018
Out of Breath
by
Damilola
The first time Mojola ran, Adun went after him with everything she had. Money, time, strength, hope… The third time […]
March 29, 2018
The Naming
by
Damilola
The house is on a side road so Nneoma misses the turning twice. She finally gets it right the third […]
March 5, 2018
Stealing Kisses
by
Damilola
There are somethings that cannot be kissed better. This is the news we have to break to our son. ‘He […]
February 13, 2018
Sleeping With Grief
by
Damilola
The place where his wedding ring should be is pale. Newly divorced? Or separated? โ that in between place of […]
February 13, 2018