I always imagined love as a refuge, a place to hide when the world got too heavy, when it felt like God had decided I was strong enough to carry only the sharpest parts of existence. Valentine’s Day became almost…

—————1————— The shouts, coupled with the swoosh of cellophane, woke Ken. He peered over. The sight? His roommates designing chocolate boxes and money bouquets for Valentine’s. The room was coloured with hues of fragrance; the boys were already drowning in…

Roses are red, violets are blue, my cappuccino extreme is you. These were my words, scribbled in frothy foam on a paper napkin at the corner café in upscale Ikoyi, Lagos, the kind of spot where the air buzzes with…