Situation Highlife
by Dami Ajayi I Awe, jaw-slackening awe, was what Iyinolu experienced when he walked into his first Lagos banquet in an old batik shirt, faded denim jeans and a borrowed[…]
Are we listening?
by Dami Ajayi I Awe, jaw-slackening awe, was what Iyinolu experienced when he walked into his first Lagos banquet in an old batik shirt, faded denim jeans and a borrowed[…]
By Geosi Gyasi at the burial grounds man confronts the earth and a chthonic power vociferate to the world under; a convocation of elders pick themselves up long[…]
Emmanuel Sigauke and Ivor W. Hartmann are both prose and poetry writers from Zimbabwe. For a number of years, they have individually contributed to the literary dialogue of their country[…]
Emmanuel Sigauke is a Zimbabwean writer based in Sacramento , California where he teaches English at Cosumnes River College, and Creative Writing (on a part-time basis). He is the sole[…]
by Kelechi Njoku Nnanna’s grandfather had died, fifteen years before he was born, of some illness that left him wasted to the bone. At that time there was no photograph[…]
By Ivor W. Hartmann Our fathers are gone Lost to the abysmal sea Swirling in a sargasso of plastic Our mothers are silent Lassitude wreathed And buried them[…]
Ivor W. Hartmann is a Zimbabwean writer, editor, publisher, visual artist, and author of Mr. Goop (2010). He is also the founder of StoryTime where a number of short stories were selected for inclusion[…]
by Ivor W. Hartmann I came to South Africa to survive, fleeing from the stone-cold house my country Zimbabwe had become. I sit here now and watch the traffic[…]