Moments like these are threaded through my stories, and to me, they are the gold thread glinting in my fiction. In some ways, I’m always writing for my parents, towards my mother.
INSIGHT
Cultural Contracts: I Do and I Don’t
For the average Igbo girl, there are three prongs to getting married. The first is the traditional rites called the Igba nkwu.
POETRY
Those Winter Evenings
I’d come home from campus in the blue-black / dim of dinnertime, the air pummeling me awake from the daze
ESSAY
Whatever Pose You Do, It’s Going to Hurt
I was wailing then, screaming at her to get off me. And she said it again, “Pain’s not the end. You have to fight.”
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I wish all of my children were dead ones
So, After A While,
which made the poem / feel pretty far away, / though it was standing / in the middle of everything,
