Wednesday, July 24, 2024

DIACRITIQUE

We No Longer Keep Spears: Fiction by Abenea Ndago

Our home in Odiya is the place I fear...

Wet Hair: A Short Story by Eghosa Imasuen

"That is not dead, which can eternal lie. Yet...

Touching Death with My Hand: Fiction by Abenea Ndago

Father was calm but tense that morning. He woke...

This Shameful Neglect of Our Writers: by Bob MajiriOghene Etemiku

  The monthly Abuja Writers Forum for established, semi-established and...

Toyin Falola’s Enchanted Yoruba Universe: An Essay by Sanya Osha

In A Mouth Sweeter than Salt, Toyin Falola brings...

Dying Stars…A Review

Emeka Agbayi. Stars Die. Lagos, Nigeria. Hybun Publications International, 2004....

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

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

“I’d love to see more Africans writing about Africa” – Segun Afolabi

Segun Afolabi is the winner of the 2005 Caine...

Playing with Poetry: A Conversation with Tade Ipadeola

"I do think that our greatest investments should be...

Tolu Fagbure | Case Closed!

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

A Game of Fools: A Poem by Enekwe Ginikanwa

A GAME OF FOOLS An iron gate Of incredible height. Locked, Split in...

Ugwu Erochukwu Shedrach: Candlelight

“The snake takes pride— because it knows where its...

Joy Abraham: A Party for Fools

A PARTY FOR FOOLS From the place we stand, the...

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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...

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...

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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