Thursday, July 25, 2024

DIACRITIQUE

Mama and her Boy: Flash Fiction by Onuchukwu Joseph Chimezie

‘So you won’t give me grandchildren,’ Mama said at...

Pilate’s Hands: A Short Story by Ahmed Maiwada

Every Friday, when the sun folded the shadows directly...

Iridescent Hope: A Short Story by Jola Naibi

She smelt it before she saw it and the...

Of Writing and Typing: A Tale of Two Novels

*Isidore Emeka Uzoatu “disambiguates” Things Fall Apart by Chinua...

Tamas Aczel: A Writer Who Inspired Me

One of the special joys of my time in...

A Poet’s Trauma in New Orleans: a Review of Niyi Osundare’s ‘City without People’

The poet, scholar and social critic Niyi Osundare recently...

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Chimamanda All Over

In my book Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie is the quintessential...

“I Regret Nigeria Has Given Me Nothing But Insistent Pain From Childhood” – Obiwu

Not everybody likes living in exile, yet it could...

Nengi Ilagha: Words are the instruments of our warfare in the spirit, as in the flesh

NENGI JOSEF OWEI-ILAGHA, fondly called Pope Pen the First,...

Tolu Fagbure | Case Closed!

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

A Friendly Walk | Poems by Nnaemeka Oruh

A Friendly Walk We walked today, A solitary walk I with my...

Fattened Ghost: Poems by Abigail George

Fattened Ghost I am waiting For an anthropological pursuit. I am waiting For...

The God in Poetry: Two Poems by Amandla Didiza

The God in Poetry As I drink deeper from the...

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Abu Ibrahim | Final Banquet of Desires

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

Abenea Ndago: A Funeral in Ladybrand

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

Talent Madhuku | The Video Recordings

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

Abigail George | This is what happens to my tears

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

Azubuike Obi | Welcome to a New Dispensation

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

Ubong Johnson | Let Us All Go

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

Paul Chibuike Emenike | Idanre

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

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