We’ve heard how tiring it is— to drown in constant desire, framed as questions of ownership or geography. Fine girl,…
PoetoluMarch 28, 2025
Time moves like a pickpocket, light on its feet, swift with its hands, leaving nothing but the crumbs of what…
PoetoluMarch 4, 2025
Yesterday, Kunle came in, seething and sulking, as if someone died. We prodded, we taunted, but he wouldn’t tell us…
PoetoluFebruary 22, 2025
You did not see her waist, but I did It's the rareness of water in a vastness of sand as…
PoetoluJuly 1, 2023
I'm grateful for everyone who showed up at the book launch for #Herheadwasaspidersnest, and also the meet-and-greet events in Lagos…
PoetoluJuly 21, 2022
Sometimes you want to punch a human in the face you want to punch them so hard bash their face…
PoetoluOctober 21, 2021
If a bar of soap could feel of what would it speak? to wake up each day feeling less than…
PoetoluAugust 11, 2021
You won't believe what I'm about to tell you, but I’ll tell you anyway. Last month had a few of…
PoetoluMay 12, 2021