Dear friend, you are the Love Eaters, you that do consume it. That see the entry and exit of blood and breath, the coming and going of life and death as waste if performed in the absence of a lover’s face. (From the start, were the spaces between our fingers set apart to make us…
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Funmi
I first met Funmi when I was fifteen, in my fourth year of secondary school. My parents had been separated for two years by then, and I’d returned from London with my father the year before—someone I hated with fervent intensity. I loved my mother dearly, however, and I didn’t want to burden her with…
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