The Bogobiri Chronicles
Dec 20. Morning pages. Bogobiri open mic last night with Victoria. When we leave to head back to the mainland from Ikoyi at 10:15pm, she mentions that the security[…]
Are we listening?
Dec 20. Morning pages. Bogobiri open mic last night with Victoria. When we leave to head back to the mainland from Ikoyi at 10:15pm, she mentions that the security[…]
In the last couple of days, I have received requests from readers and contributors to revisit the most popular issue we published in 2013. It is an intervention that I’ve[…]
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[…]
This came from a conversation I was having with a friend. I joked that I wanted to finish my Phd early and start working, or the alternative was to[…]
They encircled me like a pack of wolves protecting their territory. “Growl”, the smallest of them snared and I was startled that a sound so loud could come from a[…]
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[…]