“I don’t know how to start writing about this, Oba, Iyoba. I have been silent for so long, do I even know how to make words flow again. Would that I had your determination to follow through, Oba. Would that I had your resolve to make things happen, Iyoba. I guess I have to start somewhere, so I guess I’ll just start.”Continue reading “Taking Coordinates”
I’m on my knees leaning forward with the assistance of two fellow church members standing on either side of me, holding my arms out and twisted back. It’s not completely uncomfortable but it’s still punitive in a way.
My shirt is off but my bra is still on. Behind me I hear the sounds of splashing water then muffled cloth as his voice drones on in soft prayer. Continue reading “Dream Journal: 2016-10-22.02”
“They called it an exorcism. What do you call it?”
“I can’t decide which they were trying to beat out of me first. The Devil, or the black. Like bruised skin is going to turn white or something. Either way, my faith left first.”
“Were they successful? At removing the unclean spirits, I mean.” Continue reading “Dream Journal: 2016-10-22.01”