Monday, July 22, 2024

DIACRITIQUE

Ballad of a Growing Intimacy: Short fiction by Abigail George

Left behind, out on the edge, to smile with...

Mirror: Fiction by Ola W. Halim

I. Dr Olu Ajasin went mad every morning he woke...

The Days In June: A Short Story By Al-Kasim Abdulkadir

I once worked on two legs, without these crutches...

A Review of Ezekiel Fajenyo’s ‘The Writings of May Ifeoma Nwoye: A Critical Literary Analysis’

Book Title: The Writings of May Ifeoma Nwoye: A...

Things Fall Apart, Me and Two Others

Perhaps it is to join in the global acclaim...

Tragedy of the African Street Child: A Review of Makena Onjerika’s “Fanta Blackcurrant”

The phenomenon of street children has been an issue...

PLAY

Uzor Maxim Uzoatu: The Legend of Ben Tomoloju

The arts scene of Lagos, nay Nigeria, owes a...

Writers should not self-censor themselves when they write –Uche Peter Umez

At just thirty-five Uche Peter Umez (fully known as...

Toni Kan Onwordi: Writing is profitable if you know how

Toni Kan Onwordi, better known simply as Toni Kan,...

Tolu Fagbure | Case Closed!

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

Sarafadeen Ibrahim Ayomide: Home

HOME here, home has a synonym: trap & an antonym: home. ------------------------------- WE ARE...

Aderohunmu Abdulrokeeb: Something Is Always Burning

SOMETHING IS ALWAYS BURNING after mesioye johnson "if the only answer...

Jide Badmus: Ori

ORI Man’s history is a shadow of mysteries. Truth lies In 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...

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...

Paul Chibuike Emenike | Idanre

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

Ubong Johnson | Let Us All Go

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

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