Wednesday, July 24, 2024

DIACRITIQUE

Abigail George: Triptych

Risk is a mistake. There’s beautiful thinking in the...

Notes from the Immigrant Underground: By Kabu Okai-Davies

“I’m not a maid or your typical ablawa. I am...

The Thing about Carrying Eyes: Fiction by Felicia Taave

The thing about carrying eyes is you must not...

Inner Death: A Poet’s Destructive Stress

Inner Death: A poet’s Destructive Stress My own pen inflicting...

Road Trip: Thoughts of Homeland

  Blustery. “It’s a road trip,” Hugh says, in his characteristic...

Ojaide sings The Tale of the Harmattan from Cape Town

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

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Titilope Sonuga: I believe in truth-telling as a pathway to healing

Títílopẹ́ Sónúgà (she writes it as “Titilope Sonuga”) is...

Images that Linger, Words that Bite

  And now the horn may paw the air, Howling goodbye. -...

Gender in African Literature Today: A Conversation with Asante Lucy Mtenje

Asante Lucy Mtenje is a Malawian academic, creative writer,...

Tolu Fagbure | Case Closed!

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

Yet It Tears My Heart: Poems by Agnes Aineah

Yet It Tears My Heart Stars shine day and night...

A Thought in the Sea: Poems by Adeola Ikuomola

A THOUGHT IN THE SEA It is quicker to seal A...

Regret: A Poem by Sanya Osha

REGRET I And what are you all looking at And waiting for? You...

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Abigail George | This is what happens to my tears

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

Abu Ibrahim | Final Banquet of Desires

FINAL BANQUET OF DESIRES It is prison culture to give...

Abenea Ndago: A Funeral in Ladybrand

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

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...

Ubong Johnson | Let Us All Go

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

Paul Chibuike Emenike | Idanre

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

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