All is Well
By Mafoya Dossoumon Fufu with palm nut soup and grasscutter, jollof rice with fried plantain and chicken, nothing stops hunger. It lurks, never far away. When he was sixteen years[…]
Category: Fiction
The Researcher
It started as a curious thought. Wondering, what made a person insane, at what point was a person declared to be mad? Was it a gradual descent or perhaps an[…]
Water Baby
Anita walked slowly back home from the train station. It had been a very long and hard Tuesday. “Why was the Tuesday after Monday a working day?” She wondered. Well,[…]
What Matters is the Way We Are
by Ayodele Morocco-Clarke Dear Emotan, For years, I have written this letter numerous times, initially in my head and subsequently on paper. All my previous efforts have failed, for I[…]
Essays/Criticism · Fiction · Lit Mag · Non-fiction
I am a homosexual, Mum
by Binyavanga Wainaina (A lost chapter from One Day I Will Write About This Place) 11 July, 2000. This is not the right version of events. Hey mum. I was putting[…]
Barna and I
by Elnathan John My mother never liked her. Or her mother. She would always hesitate a few seconds before saying “Mhmm” when Thandiwe knelt down on one knee to greet[…]
Fiction · Lit Mag · Non-fiction
Whip
by Unoma Azuah (From her forthcoming memoir, EMBRACING MY SHADOW). I was hungry but came alive as soon as other students started gathering their notebooks, getting ready to dash out[…]
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[…]