It is my first time back to Bar Beach, the most famous beach in Lagos, in almost twenty years. This was a place of weekend leisure for people of all classes when I was growing up, though my family did not visit it often, sometimes just once a year. It was also a place of violence, particularly durin…
Recommended Reads | Food
How To Milk
‘Feeding other beings with your body may be a dystopian nightmare, but it is also a thing that women and other female mammals do every day.’
Emily Ogden on the labour of producing milk.
‘The recipe is a text that can produce spattering because it was spattering before it was language.’
Rebecca May Johnson on recipes, repetition and intimacy.
Having Recently Escaped from the Maws of a Deathly Life, I Am Ready to Begin the Year Anew
‘Life is not worth living / without salami.’
A poem by Sandra Cisneros.
‘Refusal is the last recourse of the powerless.’
Marina Benjamin on her years of not eating, and not growing.
It Was a Dog
‘She liked to eat until her thighs felt gelatinous and slick with sweat, and her stomach ballooned out, sore and firm as though she had drunk cement that had now set.’
A story by Amaryllis Gacioppo.