Wednesday, July 24, 2024

DIACRITIQUE

The History of a Drink: Fiction by Kabu Okai-Davies

    Once upon a time in Ayallolo, an imaginary country...

Jukebox: A Short Story by Emmanuel Iduma

Sometime later, in the course of this decade, when...

Imaginary Head of State: Fiction by Kabu Okai-Davies

Once upon a time in the history of Ayalolo...

These Things Around Our Necks: A Review by Ikhide R. Ikheloa

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s latest work, The Thing Around Your...

Naming the Unnameable: A Memorial For Ebereonwu

The story of Ebereonwu who was born as Paul...

Spill the wine, swallow those pills, have that love affair

So, mother, like Johannesburg, you cut me in deep,...

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Akeem Lasisi: Why I Perform My Poems

Akeem Lasisi, poet, journalist, and double winner of the...

“My repression is as legitimate as your freedom”: A Conversation with Yẹ́misí Aríbisálà

Yẹ́misí Aríbisálà, formerly Yẹ́misí Ogbe, is a food memoirist...

A Daughter’s Burden: Obiageli Ibrahimat Okigbo & the Christopher Okigbo Legacy

‘’Have you seen Nduka Otiono?’’ ‘’No I haven’t. Am...

Tolu Fagbure | Case Closed!

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

Fists of Fishes: Poems by Abigail George

Fists of fishes (1) Absurd clot – Fade, fade away Like a...

Moon Call: Poems by Austyn Njoku

The crescent moon rises Peeps through the aperture Into our dark mind chambers Where we lay back to back...

Silk: Poems by Caleb Okereke

SILK Scented Candles You judge me by my stutter My show of...

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Talent Madhuku | The Video Recordings

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

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...

Abigail George | This is what happens to my tears

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

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...

Paul Chibuike Emenike | Idanre

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

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