Saturday, March 2, 2024

FICTION

Nana T. Baffour-Awuah | Reverie

I made my way onto the train and down the aisle, angling around people and luggage, and finding a window seat in one of the middle cars—always a middle car; I was never quite sure which end was the...

Abenea Ndago | Out of Limpopo

January. Maphisa Johannesman waited for his supervisor to return the thesis manuscript so he could send it to an editor. Nairobiman confirmed he would proofread the work for a half of what white editors charged and they kept the...

M.A. Kelly | Carapaces

It would be incorrect to say that I actively disliked her then, despite what you might decide from the things I’m about to tell you. No, not at all. I do dislike ambiguity in any form though, so let’s...

Oluseyi Onabanjo | To See Fẹla and Die

The twitch in my left eye had long synchronized with the telephone line's persistent crackle. I was on hold again ­­ — a need for ‘le Doliprane’ had become paramount for the Abidjan-based trainee that I was currently losing...

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