Je le regardai dans les yeux, il me fit un sourire avec l’air de dire « j’ai sérieusement envie de toi, de te manger crue là, mais je sais que
je ne peux pas, tu es hors de ma portée. »

We sat spread around the room, not known to each other yet, but when we spoke up or when we caught each other’s eyes as the discussions carried on around us, we knew.

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The Edge

The Edge

This is how she imagined they would find her body: in a black winter coat and short boots. They would shake their heads as they pulled her out of the shallow murky water. So young, the rescue officers would say to one another. They would look at her face—placid with gray undertones to her dark brown skin—and notice the mole slightly to the right of her lower lip. Read More

L’élève qui prospecte

L’élève qui prospecte

« Bienvenue ! » Lui lançai-je alors que mon visage s’illuminait d’un sourire éblouissant. Je lui tirais une chaise à la table à laquelle mon amie Chioma et moi étions assises. Chioma, éreintée et un peu grincheuse du fait de la longue journée que nous avions eu, demanda : « C’est quoi ton nom déjà ? » Read More

An Elegy For The Heterosexuals In  Medical School

An Elegy For The Heterosexuals In Medical School

A leans across the table towards me and asks, “What would you do if I said I identified as an attack helicopter?” This semester, A and I have been assigned to the same Problem-Based Learning group. Read More

WHAT NOT TO WEAR

WHAT NOT TO WEAR

GROWING UP, I WAS NEVER A FORMAL KIND OF GUY. As early as ten, I preferred to wear neon green, latex tights with a tie-dye T-shirt and flip flops – usually with disastrous results. I envied the more put-together boys, effortless in their tailored pants dressed up with crisp golf shirts. But at heart, I was a hipster, always rooting through bargain bags at flea markets for, say, a snakeskin vest, which for some reason I just had to own. Read More

« Love Drought » clip de Beyoncé : l’Esclavage et l’Histoire de Igbo Landing

« Love Drought » clip de Beyoncé : l’Esclavage et l’Histoire de Igbo Landing

L’album LEMONADE de Beyoncé regorge d’art et d’images sensationnelles. Pour moi, l’une des images les plus frappantes dans cet album visuel apparaît dans « Love Drought ». Beaucoup a été dit à propos de comment LEMONADE tire ses influences de Daughters of the Dust de Julie Dash. Read More

A Disreputable Love

A Disreputable Love

“I never intended to hurt my husband. I loved this man in my own way, but I loved him nonetheless. Of all the women I met, none were ever able to love me the way he did. For that I was very grateful to him, but I couldn’t help it that my love for women was stronger than anything. Read More

Children are born of these wars.

Children are born of these wars.

I am out of breath barely following. Her spirit spirals as it sprints. What I remember of childhood is: legs, between legs, and the difference between running and running away, between hiding and disappearing. Look at her body in a room. Notice how difficult it is to quiet into peace. She is pieces. Even as she sits upright as the teacher suggests she mends and minds the places where the glue is no longer binding this edge with another. Even while sitting still there is work to do. When she is sitting and still she reapplies Elmer's glue. Read More

Mon Petit Ciel

Mon Petit Ciel

Ma copine m’appelle Mon Petit Ciel. Pour elle, mon sourire est un soleil levant ; ma dépression, un nuage sombre, toujours suspendu sur mes horizons ; mes craintes, un brouillard, s’insinuant et m’aveuglant avant que je ne puisse me rendre compte de son épaisseur. Elle ignore à quel point j’apprécie être considérée comme l’intégralité du ciel lorsque toute ma vie, je n’ai été aimée qu’en tant que soleil. Elle ignore comment les gens venaient à moi pour ma chaleur, mais se dérobaient des frissons de ma tristesse ; comment ils m’aimaient lorsque mon rire soufflait une brise estivale, mais se cachaient des vents violents de mon cœur. Read More

Seductive Red

Seductive Red

The sensuality awarded to red, A color so aware of its power, Stranger with the scarlet lips, Do you know that you capture souls when you walk? Are you not aware of the candor that comes out of it, you, so perfect? My writings are not connected but the imaginary is delighted, I don’t wait for you to turn around, The world stops dead, the light is red, You and your lips are even more red, My ancestors would scream for I am no longer pious Read More