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The message from the Regional Director was sparse and uncompromising—no explanations, only urgency. He should leave at once. His destination lay...

Khosa J.K. Chambalo | Memory Lane

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‘Shèun Ominira-Bluejack | “Uneasy Lies The Head”

“I am an African! I owe my being to the hills and the valleys, the mountains and the glades, the rivers,...

Newpanther | Chapter 9

Chapter 9 yesterdays agoI saw long haired hippies in black and whitereligious groupies squatting everywheretelling fortunes under Shaman trancedrop a bit of...

Abigail George | Black Vulnerability, Black Stigma

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Mark de Klerk | Playing Golf with Nelson Mandela

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Cliff Burns | First Meeting

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Yagazie Chinekotam | The Old High Gate Hotel

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The Permanence of Loss | A Conversation with Ìfẹ́olúwa Àyàndélé

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Nadia Ahidjo | Na Wetin Dat?

Kadi was slicing avocados for dinner when the first thing hit the roof. It was too loud to be a fruit or a branch....

Oluwatobi Adeboyeku | The Mathematics of Passing

It is the season of first rain. Campus air—damp lecture theatres. Muddy walkways swallow up sandals. My coursemate Tola’s patience is wearing thin, like...

Scott Frost | The First Thing They Take

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Abigail George | Old Brown Sherry lullaby

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Brian Obiri-Asare | in pure moonlight

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