Hemmed between a small bakery and Baba Wande’s half-plot compound, our home has the appearance of a rotund woman proudly reposed east-west and flanked on each side by a slender girl. As if the expected rectangularity of most houses annoyed him, Father had the side walls of our one story high […]


The shadows grow longer and the grey clouds journey home
And now the madman seeks the sanity of privacy
Gingerly, he gathers his belongings
And abandons his perch at the market’s T-junction
Giddily, he falls in step with us