Flash Fictions
by D.M Aderibigbe ERE AAYO (BOARD GAME) The graveyard beside Tunde’s house along Mabadeje street was a terror to my mother, even though she didn’t know either the colour of the gate[…]
Are we listening?
by D.M Aderibigbe ERE AAYO (BOARD GAME) The graveyard beside Tunde’s house along Mabadeje street was a terror to my mother, even though she didn’t know either the colour of the gate[…]
Essays/Criticism · Fiction · Lit Mag · Literature · Writing
by Kola Tubosun Here are my thoughts on the final story on the Caine Prize shortlist: Chinelo Okparanta’s America. Thoughts on earlier stories are here: Bayan Layi, Miracle, Foreign Aid and Whispering Trees. _________________ As far as[…]
by Dami Ajayi It always begins with a song. Then memory sets in. Soon you are coursing down familiar roads, back streets, broken waters. Suddenly, you are back here[…]
by Nonso Uzozie The breakable plate dropped from Yinka’s hand as she heard the loud explosion. It was too loud and earth-vibrating. She knew it was another explosion because[…]
by Emmanuel Iduma This didn’t happen every day. A man and a woman were sitting by themselves beside a gutter.Her head was resting on his shoulders; his arm drew her close[…]
By Obinna Udenwe Today is not a market day, so we are not packing brooms and beads into baskets to be taken to the market. I am just sitting[…]