My Wife
by Ernest O. Ògúnyẹmí
“When you see the kob antelope on the way to the river— Leave your arrow in its quiver, And let the dead depart in peace.”—A Yoruba song. My wife is tall and slender, and on her bones she wears a shiny brown skin. Her lotion is a brown oily substance that smells of nicotiana. On […]



