When her curved finger calls, I come a crawling.No way to resist, to desist,This unrelenting spell that pulls and wells,drowning me, unearthing me, carrying me,Over and under a treacherous tide. I am turned, tripped, thrashed,Taken to the darkest depths,Til I do not recognise myself anymore.My light, once crystalline and pure,A hollowed shell ravished by her... Continue Reading →
The Song of the Scars: launching my debut short story collection
There is something liberating about writing, about putting truth, pain, joy, and uncomfortable feelings on paper, so it can stay there for the world. This year I did it. I launched a collection of short stories (in French, with the English version scheduled for mid-2026) rooted in our contemporary reality as Africans. What does a... Continue Reading →