The dusty, bumpy road linking the magnetic hyper-expressway to Ijebu-Ode was nothing like the smooth, organised, and illuminated tunnels from which it branched out.
Read MoreNecessary and Sufficient Conditions
When I was little, I’d lay in Ma’s arms and listen to her stories. Beneath us, the web swayed so gently, you could almost forget it was there.
Read MoreThe Crafter at the Web’s Heart
It is with a trembling hand that I write this. Given the color of my skin and the simple life that I have led and tried to create for myself so far, many would be surprised that I could write this at all.
Read MoreWith These Hands
The miller’s hands are rough. They move the stone that grinds the wheat that makes the flour smooth.
Read MoreBone Song
While the city was asleep … It first happened on a night when the city was asleep. Butterflies painted on the walls of apartment buildings.
Read MoreThe Small White
From high above the Escapement, from the perspective of a flying caique or other clown bird, the railway line appeared more like a sort of tangled mandala, following not a straight path but the twisting contours of the landscape …
Read MoreThe Great Train Robbery
The first thing I fell in love with, other than my family, was the fish in tank two.
Read MoreThe Pulse of Memory
So, you want to know about the man who has been killing kittens.
Read MoreThe Man Who Has Been Killing Kittens
The thing that broke your heart was, he could still fly.
Read MoreCaptain Midrise