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That Season Named Love

In the long harmattan days of December, Our lips cracked like ripe walnuts Ruth travelled with me crosscountry – Ruth of the green eyes and open legs – We rode down expressways Fuelled on the blightness of our words. She stuck her neck out the window Left a trace of her scent across the hamlets We drove … Continue reading That Season Named Love

And Christmas died in Minna

And Christmas died in Minna

A childhood memory of Christmas.   It starts with the sun: the large red disc that appears at dusk up behind the houses and right atop the Fadama. The sun and then the smells: the scent of dust and bush fires and finally the aroma of fried meat and frying tomatoes. The sun assumed that colour … Continue reading And Christmas died in Minna