Childhood Memories// Nigerian Hairdressers…

Childhood memories. Scalp tingling from sulfur 8. Market hair dresser asking Iya Sule or Mummy Tomi selling plastics and rubber slippers next door to please save her a plate of rice, whilst parting my hair with the sharpest cutting comb you ever did see. “Darleen, keep your head still or your hair will not be fine”. […]

The Short Story// Working Girl…

*Beeeeeeeep* Seven thirty am. That’s the alarm going off. I wake up – no – not really, just well enough to hit the snooze button. *Beeeeep!!!* Crap. Seven thirty five. This cannot be happening so quickly. Surely five minutes was not that short? Okay. So I wake up momentarily, contemplate waking up now, as it […]