Saturday, July 27, 2024

DIACRITIQUE

Arekpitan Ikhenaode: Naked Noah and the Barrel of Wine

Ham finished the last set of trellises as the...

Diary of a Sulking Man: Fiction by Abenea Ndago

July 17: BARRACK OBAMA COMING IN A WEEK’S TIME… — was...

The Funeral: A Short Story by Rosie R.

The next day, Chinyere the last born child of...

Reconstructing Africa: Can Writers Take Sides in Ideological Conflicts?

The question over whether writers should take sides in...

Indigo: Molara Wood’s Healing Balms

When I think of the word indigo, sapphire comes...

Cecil Rhodes through the Lens of Xenophobia: A Review

A Review of #Rhodes Must Fall: Nibbling at Resilient...

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Rocha Chimerah: No language is incapable of addressing global issues

Rocha Chimerah received his B. Ed and M. Ed...

Sanya Osha: Doing Violence to the Idea of the Novel

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

“My repression is as legitimate as your freedom”: A Conversation with Yẹ́misí Aríbisálà

Yẹ́misí Aríbisálà, formerly Yẹ́misí Ogbe, is a food memoirist...

Tolu Fagbure | Case Closed!

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

Monkeyana: Poems by Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

MONKEYANA I do not know my origin maybe I do but doubt...

Abiodun Salako: In Memoriam

In Memoriam Gone. The saddest word in the language. In any language. Mark...

Passage of Time: Poems by JKS Makokha

She.... She sits on the smaller square gravestone throwing tiny pebbles of...

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Paul Chibuike Emenike | Idanre

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

Abenea Ndago: A Funeral in Ladybrand

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

Ubong Johnson | Let Us All Go

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

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...

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...

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