Sunday Market
By Ayodeji Matuluko The Sunday market road was jammed with traffic. Construction workers in neon vests and helmets hovered around. Some of them dug away, others observed or drank or[…]
Are we listening?
By Ayodeji Matuluko The Sunday market road was jammed with traffic. Construction workers in neon vests and helmets hovered around. Some of them dug away, others observed or drank or[…]
by Ayodele Morocco-Clarke Dear Emotan, For years, I have written this letter numerous times, initially in my head and subsequently on paper. All my previous efforts have failed, for I[…]
by Nnorom Azuonye There were songs inside his head and songs in the air outside Dartford Station; that cruel mix of screeching tyres, chuckles of train engines, and wailing buggied[…]
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[…]