Three Poems by Vivekanand Jha
by Vivekanand Jha Stigmatic widowhood Customs curse for widow and blessings for widower widow, a horse with bridle; widower, a tiger without fetters. Stand two victims into sea[…]
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by Vivekanand Jha Stigmatic widowhood Customs curse for widow and blessings for widower widow, a horse with bridle; widower, a tiger without fetters. Stand two victims into sea[…]
by Emmanuel Iduma Do we agree that ‘revolution’ is the wrong word for the events of last January? Do we agree that the events were too ordinary to herald change?[…]
This week’s offerings, short, traverse a realm of experimentations. In Teju Cole’s Kadara Kekeke, the writer’s pithy twitter-based news-based literature take on new outlooks in the clothes of its local[…]
by Benson Eluma MANY A FINE poem is inspired by that complex of feelings called love. To make no bones about my subject, the love I speak of is simply[…]
Láti parapọ pẹlú àwọn abánisèdè mi, n’go kọ gbogbo àwọn “kádàrá kékèké” l’énìí l’édè wa tó l’éwà, Yorùbá. —Teju Cole (March 1, 2012) 1 N’ílùú Èkó, Peter fún arábirin[…]
by Adaeze Ibechukwu ‘How and where do I begin?’ I ask my younger brother as he opens to the middle page of his long note exercise book and rips off[…]
By Yomi Ogunsanya A moment after I finished reading Unoma Azuah’s latest novel Edible Bones, the following lines from T.S. Eliot’s Little Gidding wafted into my mind: “What we call the[…]
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by Ikhide Ikheloa – Ring! Ring!! Ring!!! – Hello! Who is that? – Papa! It is me! Your son! – I say who is that? – It is me! Your[…]