The Last Time I Saw My Father

Sophy does not answer at once. This is one of her more irritating tactics. She knows how to use silence. Sophy is the layer beneath the Stanley cup, the speaker, the medical robot docked near the bathroom. She is the super-agent Sophie named after herself during the first month when everyone was naming their agents and pretending the jokes did not mean their world was changing.

I never could understand white people’s obsession with dead things…Most exhibitions about Africa had been about the dead or animals—nothing about the living; the people.

As the Redeemed Christian Church of God approaches an inevitable leadership transition, one question dominates: who comes after Pastor E. A. Adeboye? Equally important is whether his successor will inherit not only the church but also the tact and influence that has defined Pastor Adeboye’s leadership. 

In the 1970s, a Nigerian radio cleric built a pipeline between northern Nigeria and Saudi Arabia, sending young men in search of a purified Islam. The returnees would go on to transform how millions practised their faith and unsettle the society around them.

The father held the form four ZIMSEC results several months later, reading and re-reading the neat set of A’s and B’s with great deliberateness…‘If only you were a boy,’ said the father. ‘Good job. Whoever marries you had better be rich. This is no small investment.’