Tuesday, October 8, 2024

FICTION

Princewill Ibe | Isale Eko

Dear Abdullah, How quickly time has passed! Days have morphed into weeks, weeks into months, and now years since the...

 Mike Paterson-Jones | The Scar

It started in a small bare cement-walled room somewhere in the bowels of the city police station. There were...

Felix Otieno | I Write This As If I Am Not African

This man Lewis called me on the twenty fifth asking if i would fight for him. The bedside phone...

Daniel Joe | Mummy’s Pet

One could begin with the small potholes that made his ass and scrotum hurt like hell, or the big...

Malkia Charlee | Tara Diddle

            “Easter, Christmas, Hanukkah, Eid—all absolute rubbish.”             “How so?”             “Consumerist gavage. Group presentation of our buttery wallets in obsessive...

Itseme Akede | I Cry Only At Night

I was never like the rest of them. Not even at the times I tried my hardest, and I...

Kiraka D. Mugatsia | Still Waters

The hill was swathed with green foliage from the towering Eucalyptus, the drooping Mexican Pine, Omuyeye, and the Cypress, with the colorful grevillea, Nandi Flame, and Msunzu adding some vibrancy. In between these colors...

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Maik Nwosu

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