Uganda Through Barbara’s Eyes
by Temitayo Olofinlua “Is there anything to eat in this house this evening?” Barbara asked. “There’s porridge,” I replied. “Porridge is not food. Porridge is just something that I[…]
Are we listening?
by Temitayo Olofinlua “Is there anything to eat in this house this evening?” Barbara asked. “There’s porridge,” I replied. “Porridge is not food. Porridge is just something that I[…]
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,[…]
by Alkasim Abdulkadir 1. Stoning from Glass Houses! The took away our lands And built glass houses They took away the stones So we won’t throw stones At their glass houses.[…]
I often run into a fascinating interesting dilemma of sorts whenever I read and edit submissions to this magazine. Do I turn “favour” into “favor” as my spell-checker suggests; neighbour[…]
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[…]
A while ago, I stumbled on an old email from my friend Uche Peter Umez, the prizewinning author of Sam and the Wallet and a bunch of other publications. In it[…]
by Razak Malik Yester-night in the Hazy moon-light Tears littered the Corridors of those streets Memories searched for Lost dreams- shattered history Once I heard dreams were born Now[…]
by Uche Peter Umez Poetry of Pots A butterfly skims over my path, as if I’m scented with pollens. I trail after it, craving harmony. It leads me to a cozy[…]