Monday, July 22, 2024

DIACRITIQUE

Rude Was The Shock: A Short Story by Alexander Nderitu

The murder wouldn’t have occurred if old Mrs. Manish...

Dying: A Story by Wesley Macheso

When her husband died, Rachel did not cry. What...

Our Gods Are Sly Ones: Fiction by Ademola Enoch

Your secret came out a little too late. You...

Abubakar Gimba: A Conference of Moral Eulogy

The function of literature as a tool for religious,...

Finding Light in Darkness: a review of Chrysanthemums for Wide-eyed Ghosts by Echezonachukwu Nduka

Echezonachukwu Nduka’s Chrysanthemums for Wide-eyed Ghosts offers a series...

Cynicism Against Women Writers in Kenya is a ‘Single Story Catastrophe’

(This is a shorter version of a conference paper...

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Why I write in the dead of night – Ogaga Ifowodo

Like most prominent writers, Ogaga Ifowodo started his writing...

I Want To Be Part Of The Nigerian Literary Community – Ken Wiwa

KEN Bornale Wiwa sits behind his glass topped, forged...

Writers should not self-censor themselves when they write –Uche Peter Umez

At just thirty-five Uche Peter Umez (fully known as...

Tolu Fagbure | Case Closed!

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

God’s Weathercock: Poems by Michael Achile Umameh

GOD’S WEATHERCOCK Blow a breach in the fortresses of doubt See...

Shakara Salvation: Poems by Fon Tuma

SHAKARA SALVATION A toothless, twisted old woman walked, hopping on...

Velvet Bidding: Poems by Agnes Aineah

VELVET BIDDING On the first morning I swept a glance...

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Azubuike Obi | Welcome to a New Dispensation

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

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...

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...

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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