Reflections

September 29, 2024

I spent twenty minutes this morning watching a spider try to cross the hallway. It would take a few steps, pause, and...

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September 29, 2024

There is a specific weight to the air before a storm, a heavy, static-charged grey that presses against the skin like damp...

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September 28, 2024

When I was seven, my mother would send me to the corner shop during the heavy evening rains in Lagos. I remember...

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