Love Is Madness & Something Like That
by Emmanuel Iduma This didn’t happen every day. A man and a woman were sitting by themselves beside a gutter.Her head was resting on his shoulders; his arm drew her close[…]
Are we listening?
by Emmanuel Iduma This didn’t happen every day. A man and a woman were sitting by themselves beside a gutter.Her head was resting on his shoulders; his arm drew her close[…]
By Obinna Udenwe Today is not a market day, so we are not packing brooms and beads into baskets to be taken to the market. I am just sitting[…]
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[…]
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,[…]
By A. Igoni Barrett The morning he slapped his mother, Dimié Abrakasa was preparing to leave for school when she rose from bed, drank the last of the gin he[…]
By Anja Choon When Atidé[1], who is called Eddy by his school mates in his small town near Edinburgh, visited Yorùbáland during Easter vacation, he was told that his uncle[…]
Temitayo Ilori is the self published author of Doom’s Wing, an epic fantasy novel. I was quick to ask him for an interview after reading an excerpt of the book[…]