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Our Books of 2014
When we asked writers and authors to tell us what books they read in 2014, we were not exactly expecting only books published in 2014. We however wanted to hear[…]
Tagged: Dami Ajayi
Three Poems
By Dami Ajayi Falling in Love Between reality and angst: existential and muddled a second outlasts eternity: vice versa. The flutter of heart valves is mechanical Like falling[…]
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EDITORIAL | Issue #26: Short Works
That this edition is coming a couple of months behind schedule wasn’t planned, but it has confirmed what I had always known: we’re not always in control of time and[…]
Essays/Criticism · Lit Mag · Review
Book Review: Lagos 2060
by Dami Ajayi . In 2010, eight writers gathered in a workshop to create futuristic stories, scenario and events about Lagos. They leaped fifty years forward. Lagos_2060 is the product[…]
Issue #24: Curtain Call 2013
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[…]
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[…]
Essays/Criticism · Lit Mag · Non-fiction
Forgotten Heroes & Disappearing Acts
by Dami Ajayi I Once upon a time. I happened on a book. And I fell in love with the book. I borrow my staccato sentences from this rather quaint[…]
Shagari Street
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[…]
Who Will Tell Our Story?
“We need an uprising of writers against this status quo” by Dami Ajayi Achebe’s death closely followed that of Apostle Obadare, the blind doyen of Koseunti, a fiery prophet like Achebe,[…]
Arts · Culture and Society · opinion · Perpectives
The Goldie Metaphor
by Dami Ajayi Dying young is becoming fashionable. I can’t seem to think of a better kind of death for a creative individual though. Imagine not having to grow grey[…]