hat's what Zainab h

hat it shows, bu

tion - a multimedia piece titled "Desire Unframed." A mix of sculpture, portrait

curated others, guided vision, shaped galleries. B

're painting from safety again. You're

cowl. "I'm tel

your brushstro

lovers before lov

es, over metaphors, over whether a woman kissing a

ll talk,"

eye. "Let them. I'm tired of w

e Zainab then - and s

lence and spilled paint, they sat on the floor of Adaeze's

u do that," Za

Adaeze as

out of me li

closer. "Bec

didn'

them crackled with

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e, Lagos

e whi

hem at Terra Kulture - hands grazin

with mystery woman. Ne

s. Invitations stopped coming. One radio host, masked as "progr

ice came from insi

oz

ce the exhibition. One morning,

- she's not your world, Zee. She's your distrac

ge of her bed, phone

assume desire m

n't fall for a woman unless

yped

swallowed. And she's

ver se

-

single image of two women's hands - rough, soft, brown, holding a cracked m

s ano

hispers g

m her mother that evening.

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things,

b. Is that woma

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nce

me, Zainab

ned to th

- not burning, but blazing.

and said nothi

" she aske

plied. "But I'm