Tagged: Sylva Nze Ifedigbo

Fiction · Lit Mag

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JAMB

  • November 9, 2013

by Sylva Nze Ifedigbo   You are peering at the fading lines of the old Economics notebook. You know it is not the lines of the note written in your[…]

Lit Mag · Non-fiction

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I Do Not See a Vacuum

  • April 8, 2013

“Between that generation and mine is littered so many such equally talented writers” by Sylva Nze Ifedigbo The tributes that have poured in since Achebe’s passing makes this sound like cliché[…]

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Fiction · Lit Mag

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Dodan Barracks

  • June 9, 2012

by Sylva Nze Ifedigbo  The first time I knew that a government could suddenly change, I was eight years old. Father climbed on a wooden stool one morning and took down[…]