Pemi Aguda

“If I die, or if I go away. What’s the difference?” She pushed until I made space for her to lie beside me. “You’ll be alive,” she said. “It’ll be different for you.” I remained quiet. I couldn’t hope, but I could let her.”
― 'Pemi Aguda, Ghostroots: Stories

“And others say, “Night market? God forbid! I hear it’s spirits that buy from night market. Abi, are you a spirit?” Salewa looks down at her calloused hands, her ashy skin, her clothes heavy with dried sweat. No, she doesn’t think she is a spirit. But how is a spirit different from an unrecognized body, a body with no connections, nothing tethering it?”
― Pemi Aguda, Ghostroots: Stories