Writings

 YOU GOT CONFUSED, BABY

Yes, you’re still within me, baby, a comfort like you’ve always been, since the very moment when you were just a single cell as lonely as I am now. You believe me, don’t you? Let the …

Last Rites

The official diagnosis was early-onset Alzheimer’s — early-onset forgetting of everything the old man had done, over 30 years ago, to eight boys in the Parish.  The news had followed Mrs. Trozzo’s prayer against the falling barometer and …

The key to my Heart has been Broken

Half is stuck inside me: visible, barely protruding. Close enough to touch, to fiddle with, but you can’t quite get at it. Stick your finger the right place and it’s not hard …

The Girl who Sold Petrichor

It is a beautiful autumn day. My last day in Paris. I am looking out of the window of my small apartment with a view over the Seine River. My luggage is packed, a train …

The Call

The morning of  Wednesday was certainly a good one. Solomon Fray was very much pleased with how things were going – his car being back from repairs again and the prospects of a great new business deal he had been …

The Old House

When you look at my exterior, you see a white painted, unremarkable house. They implanted a restaurant unto my feet and three floors with two flats each spring from my spine. Nothing special. But I am more …

The Heart is where the Man is

“The British are coming!” Muyiwa Adeniyi shouted from the bedroom window upstairs. He watched Dami drive in from the airport with their older brothers, Kunle and Wole, who came in from London on …

The Wrestler

Nerves are taut and muscles stand out on their bodies. Loincloths and talismans are their only attire. Each one of the two wrestling men tries to throw the other with a combination of hand and knee leverage onto the …

North Toronto

The boy rides his bike onto the street without looking both ways. This is in front of my house, not thirty feet from where I sit on the porch reading a book. People still sit on front porches …