by Fiyinfoluwa Akinsiku The late appearance of the morning sun made the day gaunt and Takintayo would always remember it. Not just for its dullness but also because it had[…]
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A Mouse Amongst Men
by Ivor W. Hartmann I came to South Africa to survive, fleeing from the stone-cold house my country Zimbabwe had become. I sit here now and watch the traffic[…]
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[…]
Tax Collectors
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[…]
The Good Wife
by Temitayo Olofinlua My phone is ringing; singing “Sweet Mother.” That’s Mama calling. I do not know if I should pick her call. She would sense through my voice, some[…]
When it Comes, Will it Come Without Warning?
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[…]
Drowning in Ashes
by Adaeze Ibechukwu ‘How and where do I begin?’ I ask my younger brother as he opens to the middle page of his long note exercise book and rips off[…]