Between Her Lips by Uche Peter Umez
Do you like what you see? a sparkly voice asked. He glanced around, thinking the question was directed to someone behind him. Then he saw a pair of brown eyes[…]
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Do you like what you see? a sparkly voice asked. He glanced around, thinking the question was directed to someone behind him. Then he saw a pair of brown eyes[…]
By ‘Dami Ajayi Marriage, grand as it sounds, was not for me. But no one will understand, most especially Bridget who flew in her gown from Madrid. The bouquet[…]
by Efe Okogu The heat hit like a solid wall the moment he stepped off the plane. Wet and humid as if the air itself sweated. His pores opened up[…]
by Sylva Nze Ifedigbo The first time I knew that a government could suddenly change, I was eight years old. Father climbed on a wooden stool one morning and took down[…]
by Temitayo Olofinlua My phone is ringing; singing “Sweet Mother.” That’s Mama calling. I do not know if I should pick her call. She would sense through my voice, some[…]
by Bolaji Olatunde November 22, 1997. I stared at the ceiling of my very dimly lit room – the outside lighting of the building provided the little illumination – with,[…]
Fiction · Lit Mag · Non-fiction
by Ikhide Ikheloa Brother – teeth flashing in the cant of compliments Brother – gold-rimmed glasses Across eyes that go blue at a word from the Master Poor brother[…]
Fiction · Lit Mag · Non-fiction
by Abimbola Adelakun A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike…. We find that after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip[…]
The meeting that would decide Moremi’s fate was held in the parlour of Alhaja’s house. The parlour was the biggest room in the house. It had several old fashioned couches[…]
Fiction · Lit Mag · Non-fiction
by Ikhide Ikheloa I am hungry. Very hungry. And hunger drives my brain cells to a certain point of brilliance, that hell-nirvana that my adversaries, and quite a few friends,[…]