Ishi Agụ (Leaking Tigritude) by Kasimma

Ishi Agụ (Leaking Tigritude) by Kasimma

A Tiger does not proclaim its tigritude. It pounces. —Wole Soyinka When sleep accepts one week, it becomes death. My father’s earthly cloth, as per tradition, must wait in his hut until the fourth day before he is confirmed dead, his death officially announced in the community, and mourning commenced. Today is the said fourth day my father’s sleep abides. At dusk, he would be pronounced dead, sliced open, his heart and liver excused from the res…