Nwulu uses her pen as a compass directing us from her living room across the globe...poetry that breaks through roadblocks and borders, that is its own passport, its own common language. Brilliant.
— JOELLE TAYLOR
The poems in The Secrets I Let Slip capture that liminal space where the body seems to reside in two spaces at the same time. The poet skulks effortlessly in the background of immigration borders and job centre interviews, producing imagery where her subjects are ‘a collection of atoms shredding and dividing’ and the body is constantly in motion yet static.
— MALIKA BOOKER