Krystal Pen

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Archive for April 2019

Dry Gin/ Short story/ Nemine, Funge-owei Michael

The pipes leading to my lungs got thinner and rusty. It was difficult to breath, like Kaduna was running out of air—even the sticky and adulterated form. I wanted to quit. Leave this little space. Place my heart on newly plowed fields, sprinkle water and let the sun stitch it. It is what you do to anything broken, everything shredded. After Halimah tore my heart into bits, I wanted another […]

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