I’ve always wanted to leave town on an old train carrying a battered suitcase and wearing a forlorn look. Maybe it’s raining and I’m standing on a platform, my hair wet having ran across the parking lot. Maybe the …

Sometimes when we pray as men, we forget to thank God that nobody has to stick their finger up our rectums anymore to look for cancer. Unless you want them to, that is. Unless it’s your thing, which would …

Her lips were darker than her areola. But not dark enough to make you notice. Regardless, she remained very insecure about them. She imagined it’s the first thing people noticed about her. Not her dreadlocks that stood on top …

Biko is away, again. (No, not the eyes. His white cane works just fine).

He is on one of those trips where he claims to have gone to hunt for stories but then posts pictures of a boat. Or …

They removed her uterus a day after her 43rd birthday. Her son drove her for the procedure. He was 19 years old but already looked  eerily like his father, already sounded like him, even behaving like him. [He always …