Editorial #2: Of Things Not Seen
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[…]
Author: litmag
The Romasinder Skits
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[…]
Four Poems by Tosin Gbogi
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 Reification of Julius: Reflections on Open City
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[…]
Notes on Obscurity
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[…]
Three Poems by Kolade Ajayi
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–[…]
The Road to Kigali!
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[…]
Why Atidé is Talking to a Coin
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[…]
The Mannequins
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[…]