Monday, July 22, 2024

DIACRITIQUE

Leaning on Walls of Ribbon: Fiction by Abenea Ndago

The first few moments we stood looking as the...

Arrested Development: Fiction by Ciru Israel

He goes like:  Hey Beautiful! I go like:         Hi! Handsome. He...

The Fellowship of Suffering: Fiction by Ronald Adamolekun

After all fears had been dispelled about the rain...

Look left…look right…all clear, now go for it!

What I am about to tell you must never...

Reporting Violence in the World: Different Strokes for Different Folks

I recently read, on the BBC website, of the...

Japa Literature: Redefining Homecoming and the Pursuit of Greener Pastures

In Homecoming, Ibrahim threads together the nascent reality of...

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

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

Namwali Serpell: Planting Seeds in a Garden of Intention

Namwali Serpell. Born in Lusaka, Zambia. The ethereal forms...

My Generation Better Than Those Before Us – Toni Kan Onwordi

Toni Kan's quill glints like an emerald whenever he...

Tolu Fagbure | Case Closed!

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

Photographs: Poetry by Abigail George

PHOTOGRAPHS (For my mother and my father) I pretend I do...

An Opening Eye: Poems by Chris Msosa

AT HIS HOUSE I visited the Poet’s house. At the living...

Huntergod: Poems by Omotoyosi Salami

huntergod the only thing even more constant than change is...

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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...

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...

Abenea Ndago: A Funeral in Ladybrand

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

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...

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