Saturday, July 20, 2024

DIACRITIQUE

Do I Have Regrets? (A book excerpt)

Do I Have Regrets? - An Excerpt from Deep Sighs...

In Ibadan: Fiction by Feyisayo Anjorin

Ishola omo Aderohunmu, why are you pushing me to...

Baby: Fiction by Chukwuemeka Nwagu

The flame in the small lantern sitting on the...

Writing the Truth, Telling our Stories

In an age of political correctness, is it possible...

Reporting Violence in the World: Different Strokes for Different Folks

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

Imagine That! Visions of the World In the New Millennium (1)

 SUMMARY Football is not a game of mathematics. Ironically, so...

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Dr. Amitabh Mitra: A Creative Approach to Healing

  Sola Osofisan interviews Dr. Amitabh Mitra, a South African...

Wesley Macheso: Fiction is greater than the reality it mirrors

Wesley Macheso teaches Creative Writing and Literature at Mzuzu...

Sanya Osha: Doing Violence to the Idea of the Novel

Sola Osofisan interviews poet, novelist and philosopher Sanya Osha,...

Tolu Fagbure | Case Closed!

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

Two Summers: Poems by Akin Adesokan

TWO SUMMERS I Last summer, every summer, The coastal capital washed in...

There Is Slavery in Mauritania: Poetry by Alexander K. Opicho

THERE IS SLAVERY IN MAURITANIA There are black slaves in...

Olafisoye-Oragbade Oluwatosin David: Light Fears, Dark Miracles

Light fears, dark miracles: if the light was ever a...

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Paul Chibuike Emenike | Idanre

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

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...

Azubuike Obi | Welcome to a New Dispensation

   Sista mi, how you naw? It has been...

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...

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