Author: Temi Enemigin


Sontin To Hol’ Body || by Joy Chime

Without opening his eyes, he spoke, the usual rapid speed of his speech reduced by what seemed like exhaustion. ‘After the offering and choir ministration, the pastor came up and asked the keyboardist to play. While the keyboardist played, the pastor asked everyone to be quiet, that God had things to say to some people. Toochi, I haven’t heard God in a long time, but when I heard Him, I knew He was the one. He said, “Dozie, are you angry at Me”?


Atsetemi: Reclaiming a Prophecy

Sometimes I consider my father too clingy. It’s in the way he claimed us at birth. Eight days after we were born, daddy etched a part of himself on us. A part we could never erase. That day, at our naming ceremonies, our father named us after himself. We would...


Papa’s Field

  Tonight, I’m a little girl again. On a reverie to the days my soul was free, And my feet danced carefree To the rhythm of the wind; I find myself in Papa’s field Chasing sunshine with glee, Chasing blightsomely When the sky loses its glow And heavy downpour threatens...


Tales From Big Mummy’s House: The Magic of Growth

By Efe Ukpebor When I was growing up, I thought holidays to be the best thing ever. Either of these three things would happen: my cousins would visit us, we (my siblings and I) would spend the holidays playing Power Rangers at their house; or  we would all spend the...


Finding God

1. ask and it shall be given unto you, seek and ye shall find, knock and the door will be open 2. the tomb which was sealed with a stone, laid open, why do you search for the lord here, in dead places, he is not in your body 3....


Split Seas and Drowned Fears: ‘No Longer a Slave’ Paints a Most Powerful Imagery

Fear has a name. It isn’t the False-Evidence-Appearing-Real acronym we’ve accrued it to placate our palpitating hearts. Fear is what it is: fear. We hear this name in the anxieties that keep us awake many nights, the sobs that quake us over. Fear is the sound of broken dreams, the...


Lyrics That Speak: A New Home For The Music In My Head

Folks who are close to me know my intimate relationship with music. They know how I sometimes pause in the middle of a conversation to pay attention to some nice sound filtering through my ears from miles away. They’ve seen me turn random gist into hilarious songs, same way I...


For Momma

Yesterday I was a joyful soul. An all-smiles-cheeks-wide- grinning  joyful soul. I wore my momma’s blouse I brought with me to this new city for the first time in nine months, and it felt nostalgic. Worn on a jergins and boyfriend shoes, the cotton blouse sat on me with weird...