Saturday, July 27, 2024

DIACRITIQUE

B. Ańjọláolúwa | The Art of Living

Life doesn’t make any sense without interdependence. We need...

Borrowed Smile: A Short Story by Chika Unigwe

  It is not possible to describe it if you...

Girl, Blue Eyes, Boy: Fiction by Marvel Chukwudi Pephel

Lagos, Circa 3096. The streets of Victoria Island wore a...

Diary of a Forlorn Black Woman: A Story by Ciru Israel

Last weekend I started dating. Again. After a long...

Ojaide sings The Tale of the Harmattan from Cape Town

Absorbing, startling and uncannily pitched to public and private...

Memory Work and the Gut Symmetry of Writing

  The very act of writing anything is emotional. It...

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I Want To Be Part Of The Nigerian Literary Community – Ken Wiwa

KEN Bornale Wiwa sits behind his glass topped, forged...

Abenea Ndago: History Will Forever Remain Literature’s Most Intimate Mistress

Abenea Ndago is the author of several short stories,...

A Paean to the Son of Idoto: My Thoughts about Christopher Okigbo

I might as well admit it at the beginning:...

Tolu Fagbure | Case Closed!

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

A Sorrowful Fate: Two Poems by Maryam Gatawa

A SORROWFUL FATE I'll submit my pains in ships To sail...

Broken Lines – A Longer Poem by Isidore Emeka Uzoatu

(i) FIRST INK Manual labourer writ large Forever tilling page, Sculpting for...

Frank Njugi | Black boys are volatile

Black Boys Are Volatile In a bleak midwinter, a boy...

LAST MONTH ...

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...

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...

Abigail George | This is what happens to my tears

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

Azubuike Obi | Welcome to a New Dispensation

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

Talent Madhuku | The Video Recordings

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

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