I collected pictures and I drew pictures and I looked at the pictures by myself. And because no one else ever saw them, the pictures were perfect and true. They were alive.
Helen OyeyemiThere were days when he touched the tip of her nose and it was enough, a miracle of plenty.
Helen OyeyemiI know of witches who whistle at different pitches, calling things that don't have names.
Helen OyeyemiThe first coffee of the morning is never, ever, ready quickly enough. You die before itโs ready and then your ghost pours the resurrection potion out of the moka pot.
Helen Oyeyemi