Saturday, July 20, 2024

DIACRITIQUE

The Woman Who Buries Her Affairs: Fiction by Abigail George

There is a rented taste in the air. All...

Andrea Zanin | Dirt

Dan Lefoka stood outside his house and looked. He...

Singing this Redemption Song: Fiction by Joseph Omoh Ndukwu

I walked out of the house hating what Uncle...

Silence of the Lambs: An Essay by Seotsa ‘Soh’ Manyeli

It is a tunnel of long ends both in...

Daughters of Eve and Other Tedious Tales

Daughters of Eve and Other New Short Stories from...

In Search of the African Writer

Much has been made about recent statements ascribed to...

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Prof. Monica Mweseli: Okot P’bitek’s Call Still Relevant to All African Writers

Political turbulence following Idi Amin’s 1971 coup in Uganda...

Ogaga Ifowodo: Slipping a Stone in the Sling of Prose and Poetry

The name Ogaga Ifowodo, PhD., is familiar to many,...

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 Hole in Hell: A Poem by Sola Osofisan

A HOLE IN HELL Ashamu this story has no hero. The frantic...

The Nuclear Ghost Towns: Poems by Adeola Ikuomola

THE NUCLEAR GHOST TOWNS The moon is a spark on...

Dare Tunmise: Dead Flowers

DEAD FLOWERS I'm a sad boy living in a sad...

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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...

Abigail George | This is what happens to my tears

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

Ubong Johnson | Let Us All Go

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

Abu Ibrahim | Final Banquet of Desires

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

Talent Madhuku | The Video Recordings

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

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