Monday, July 22, 2024

DIACRITIQUE

Meeting Oprah Winfrey: A Short Story by Pemphero Mphande

I met Oprah Winfrey weeks ago in a rural...

Beuriful City: A Short Story by Ife Watson

Sanity and insanity are indeed kinsfolk. If a town of people dance naked on the streets, it is called a tradition but if one man attempts to dance naked alone, he becomes a mad man...

Slavery Stole my Identity: Fiction by Brian Moyo

MOTHER said I should have been born on the...

A Review of Ezekiel Fajenyo’s ‘The Writings of May Ifeoma Nwoye: A Critical Literary Analysis’

Book Title: The Writings of May Ifeoma Nwoye: A...

Chris Abani: Lie$ of the Truth-Seller

If you do not tell the truth about yourself...

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Anezi Okoro: Celebrating the Master Story Teller in Enugu

Enugu had not quite witnessed a literary event of...

Writing: Experience Bakes the Best Bread – Paul T. Liam

  Once in a while, one comes across people who...

Omoseye Bolaji: Writer with the Grassroots Touch

Tebogo and the Epithalamion (2009), the latest in the...

Tolu Fagbure | Case Closed!

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

Situations of Alchemy: Poems by Wirndzerem G. Barfee

He visits my fire place Captive in pens of patriarchs...

Dried Up Places: Poetry by Ebuka Evans

dried up places i don't know who taught women how...

Skin: Poems by Ali Znaidi

Skin Not a place of reality exactly but one we like...

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Abigail George | This is what happens to my tears

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

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...

Abu Ibrahim | Final Banquet of Desires

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

Paul Chibuike Emenike | Idanre

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

Ubong Johnson | Let Us All Go

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

Talent Madhuku | The Video Recordings

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

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