I switch off Because light is loud Searching, beaming, Rays and shine. Let me be Black. Stark. The clutching claws of dark Make home to me. Don't turn the lights on, I don't wish to be found. ** © The Short Black Girl, 2015.
Today, something very rare and overwhelmingly pleasant happened in the bus I entered and it touched my heart. I had initially hopped into the half full Ojuelegba bus at Ikeja under- bridge, but decided to disembark from it seeing as the driver promised I would be paying 200naira for only a short distance that wasn't [...]