Monday, July 22, 2024

DIACRITIQUE

The Palm Wine Bandit: A Short Story by Nnedi Okorafor

Shhh, shhh, concentrate on my voice, not the comb...

Ghost: A Short Story by Isaac Attah Ogezi

            What manner of joke is Alexander up to...

Ottih Onyedikachi: Mother

The lightning flashed across our grime-filled louvers. Mother was...

Alexander Nderitu Introduces Africa

‘So geographers in Afric maps, With savage pictures fill the...

Of Writing and Typing: A Tale of Two Novels

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

Between Fantasy and Reality in Maiwada’s Musdoki

In serious literature, the genre that bears the closest...

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Dr. Amitabh Mitra: A Creative Approach to Healing

  Sola Osofisan interviews Dr. Amitabh Mitra, a South African...

Victor Ehikhamenor: Confronting an Empty Canvas

My muse is like the shell to its tortoise, we go everywhere together. But she is more active while I am in Nigeria...

The Mystique of Maxim

(for Uzor Maxim Uzoatu, Boroja I, Obi of Ikate,...

Tolu Fagbure | Case Closed!

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

Staying too Close to the Sun: Poems by Wafula p’Khisa

STAYING TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN The womb of time...

A Street Hawker: Poems by Tope Akeredolu

A STREET HAWKER That black tray that balances on her...

Half-Grown Moon: Poetry by Emmanuel Isuku

HALF-GROWN MOON Half-grown moon, shaped like cut calabash where’s your other half? Did...

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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...

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...

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...

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