Saturday, July 27, 2024

DIACRITIQUE

The Sword of Barbushe: A Short Story by Umar Abubakar Sidi

1998: March 22ND If not for the dull rays emitted...

The Scholarship Girl: Fiction by Abigail George

It began in childhood. We were dragged to the library...

Allen Avenue: A Short Story by Tony Ogunlowo

         I’m still unemployed. It’s been two years, seven months...

This Shameful Neglect of Our Writers: by Bob MajiriOghene Etemiku

  The monthly Abuja Writers Forum for established, semi-established and...

Why Africa Did Not Die In Biafra: An Essay by Nnamdi Uzuegbu

The war may have come and gone and the...

Every Day is for the Thief…A Review by Tolulope Ogunlesi

Lagos is a marketplace, bigger and more exciting than...

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Kọ́lá Túbọ̀sún: Renaissance is Badly Needed in African Language Literature

36-year-old Kọ́lá Túbọ̀sún is a poet, blogger, linguist and...

Nnedi Okorafor: I just have stories to tell…

Nnedi Okorafor is an important writer, period. She is...

I see a very bright future for Nigerian Literature – Prof. Akachi Ezeigbo

Prof (Mrs) Akachi Ezeigbo is a name that readily...

Tolu Fagbure | Case Closed!

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

Past Perfect: Poems by Dele Afolabi

A BIDA SATURDAY The sun is always there, With a fierceness...

Pandemic: Poems by Titilope Sonuga

PANDEMIC It is this deep, dark, empty thing caught between chest...

Never Say Die: Poems by Success Akpojotor

NEVER SAY DIE 53, 6, 7 Three direct, two sure 5, 3...

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Abenea Ndago: A Funeral in Ladybrand

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

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...

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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