Friday, July 12, 2024

DIACRITIQUE

Lady Bolt: Fiction by Eze Ifeanyichukwu Peter

He pulled. She struggled. He pressed. She wriggled. Harder...

Andrew C. Dakalira: In Retrospect

I know I am going to die. Death could not...

Mistress of the State: Fiction by Kabu Okai-Davies

Monitoring the last remnants of the brain’s hardware before...

Poetics of Remonstration: An Inter-textual Analysis of E.E. Sule’s Poetry

Know then thyself, presume not God to scan The proper...

Racing with the Ship: by Seotsa ‘Soh’ Manyeli

It is entertaining. It is like a fish at...

Wole Soyinka, Igbo Cyber-Discourse, and the Myth of the Good Yoruba

In the postcolonial and cultural theory part of my...

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Violet Barungi: I try to highlight social issues affecting women

1.    You began writing while still a student at...

Awards Do Not Make Good Writers – Chris Abani

Writers, at one point or the other, have had...

Interview with James Murua, Founder of JamesMurua.com

Webmasters, bloggers and editors of literary websites are usually...

Tolu Fagbure | Case Closed!

…tying the knot of Nigerian unity Characters ManWoman Performance Note  There is a...

Myths and Legends: Poems by Fungisayi Sasa

Anthem You are beautiful, my Zimbabwe, though the sharp words of...

Faces: Three Poems by Michael Larry

FACES On faces There’re mirrors From thoughts cloaked with smiles To worries painted...

Harmattan: A Poem by Oladipupo Akolade R.

It's Harmattan When the fields are damp with dew, And the...

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Abu Ibrahim | Final Banquet of Desires

FINAL BANQUET OF DESIRES It is prison culture to give...

Azubuike Obi | Welcome to a New Dispensation

   Sista mi, how you naw? It has been...

Paul Chibuike Emenike | Idanre

IDANRE Woman you are sad!‘Tis the same with me.—Ralph Armattoe. I.My...

Abigail George | This is what happens to my tears

This is what happens to my tears and the...

Talent Madhuku | The Video Recordings

She can’t sleep. It must be the worry, seasoned...

Abenea Ndago: A Funeral in Ladybrand

I am Tafadzwa. When I left Harare last month...

Ubong Johnson | Let Us All Go

It’s so cold. My nostrils are clogged. My cheeks...

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