Saturday, July 27, 2024

DIACRITIQUE

Lady Bolt: Fiction by Eze Ifeanyichukwu Peter

He pulled. She struggled. He pressed. She wriggled. Harder...

A Stain on a Butterfly: Fiction by Yiro Abari High

“Those who exalt themselves shall be humbled, and those...

Then Came Silence: Fiction by Okafor Ugochi Winnie

A scream. Then silence. The blood-stained object falls, clattering as it...

Sule E. Egya’s Eulogy to Niyi Osundare, a Literary Colossus

Book Title: Niyi Osundare: A Literary Biography Author: Sule E....

Memory Work and the Gut Symmetry of Writing

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

What Somaliland Taught Me

Whether Americans or Africans, my friends reacted in much...

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Pius Adesanmi: On A Re-Branding Mission Overseas

A young Nigerian lecturer in a Canadian university explains...

Why I write in the dead of night – Ogaga Ifowodo

Like most prominent writers, Ogaga Ifowodo started his writing...

Ali Znaidi: A poem is a kind of selfie captured in words

Ali Znaidi is a widely anthologised writer. A Tunisian...

Tolu Fagbure | Case Closed!

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

Myths and Legends: Poems by Fungisayi Sasa

Anthem You are beautiful, my Zimbabwe, though the sharp words of...

The Bride: Poetry by Vincent de Paul

THE BRIDE I last saw her on her wedding day She...

Stars above Cairo, Egypt: Poems by Abigail George

Stars above Cairo, Egypt I see people all the Time but...

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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...

Azubuike Obi | Welcome to a New Dispensation

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

Ubong Johnson | Let Us All Go

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

Abigail George | This is what happens to my tears

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

Talent Madhuku | The Video Recordings

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

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