Last week, Temie Giwa’s Road to Kigali re-imagined African life as a series of journeys, with a welcome tribute to my poem Be Like The Road. Rwanda’s return to normalcy from the post-genocide period of the early 90s comes back to [...]
by Dami Ajayi I 03.00 am Come away from me, Lofty thoughts that bother Sanity and doubt, Come away from me, Right away! And when I’m beside myself I eavesdrop on my inner man And another man, Their [...]
the verdict of thunder the world has been so silent today the hangman has outlawed noise the streets have been so quiet today the emperor has proscribed gos-sips the theatre has been so calm today the general [...]
by Ayodele Olofintuade Kudirat was not in the mood for a party, but it was Chioma’s thirtieth birthday (was that the sixth or seventh time she was celebrating her 30th? Kudirat was not so sure but who cares anyway, her [...]
by Adebiyi Olusolape He is the blacksmith of heaven, the one who molds the heads of new born babes. All the normal and special features of human beings used to be attributed to Ọbàtálá even though the special features came [...]
1. Sister Mustard died someplace Mount Ebola, I think, in Africa. They planted a mine on the headstone For a curious little boy to play with. Kaboom! and his lost limbs won Weeklong notice on international news. Sister Mustard [...]
The Bomber Drowned THE BOMBER TOO DROWNED, in his ripple Among the heads, at the belt’s attunement to rage, at the last dead chant– HEAD TO THE SCHEDULED FEAST ON virgin demons; breaths– doused in limbo, hurried on shrapnel; incenses of vengeance against [...]
By Temie Giwa Be like the road itself, a long slithering tar in the sun. Burn the midnight ointment in the wick of questing. It is all in the road. Rwanda’s renaissance all lay on top of her [...]
By Anja Choon When Atidé[1], who is called Eddy by his school mates in his small town near Edinburgh, visited Yorùbáland during Easter vacation, he was told that his uncle had lost his job a couple of days ago. When [...]
by Benson Eluma Claire, now they make the mannequins with long legs They give them huge buttocks and big breasts But they leave their lips thin and their noses aquiline They dress them up in damask and head-ties They do [...]
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