My Progenitor’s Tongue As a Fireplace Where Hyperbole Singes the Feathers of Euphemism | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ essay by Taofeek Ayeyemi “Aswagaawy”

In Yoruba, language lifts rocks and holds down birds; offers shelter to feelings, so wide that it becomes scary to stay in.

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