Saturday, July 27, 2024

DIACRITIQUE

How Much We Have Become: African Science Fiction by Chinua Ezenwa-Ohaeto

I marvel at how much we have become, and...

Telling Mother: A Short Story by Nan Owo

“Help me Mother,” I heard myself saying, “Help me...

The Geography of Memory: Fiction by Kabu Okai-Davies

Memory dances like a mirage, alchemy of metaphors for...

Isaac Attah Ogezi’s Hollow Gaze: A Rejoinder

This is a response to a review by Isaac...

Can the Literatures of Dystopia Convey Messages of Conscience?

The book is Meritropolis, written by Joel Ohman, targeting...

The Niger Delta and the Lost Promise of Outrage

Once upon a time in the Niger Delta, the...

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Uwem Akpan: On Bullets, Bestsellers and Bedbugs

Uwem Akpan In conversation with Sola Osofisan. In 2008, Uwem...

The Title Of My Book Is The Opposite Of “Things Fall Apart”

"It is not a good day to tell her,"...

Nuzo Onoh: Terrified of Planes, Heights, Oceans, Thunder, Roaches…

Nuzo Onoh is the author of The Reluctant Dead...

Tolu Fagbure | Case Closed!

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

Guest Writer: Poems by Changming Yuan

Here is the persistent pursuit of a bone chip Hung...

Nwaoha Chibuzor Anthony: Moths and Flames

MOTHS AND FLAMES "Pain, betrayal, love and a teaspoon of...

Night Opens My Mind: Poems by Henry Ajumeze

Night Opens My Mind Night opens my mind like a window hinged...

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...

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...

Talent Madhuku | The Video Recordings

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

Abenea Ndago: A Funeral in Ladybrand

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

Paul Chibuike Emenike | Idanre

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

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