Saturday, July 20, 2024

DIACRITIQUE

Michael C. Sutherns: Oedipus Laughing

His was a desultory gait, plodding down the street,...

Battle Against Vulnerability: A Short Story by Emmanuel Onyedi Wingate

I was in great confusion. What could this mean?...

The Body Part: Fiction by Bunmi Oke

I do not believe my ears. I wipe my...

Japa Literature: Redefining Homecoming and the Pursuit of Greener Pastures

In Homecoming, Ibrahim threads together the nascent reality of...

A Game for Heroes…If You Believe the Hype

'You can do a lot with hype. You can...

The Mirror of Our Times: A Review of ‘The Funeral Did Not End’

TITLE: THE FUNERAL DID NOT END AUTHOR: SYLVA NZE IFEDIGBO PUBLISHERS:...

PLAY

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

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

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

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

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...

Dejido Bejide: On the Heels of Running Dogs

On the Heels of Running Dogs Atiba, who will speak...

Nwaoha Chibuzor Anthony: Moths and Flames

MOTHS AND FLAMES "Pain, betrayal, love and a teaspoon of...

Marial Awendit | Chronology in a New Town

Chronology in a New Town A grey dog gaits past The...

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Paul Chibuike Emenike | Idanre

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

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...

Azubuike Obi | Welcome to a New Dispensation

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

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...

Ubong Johnson | Let Us All Go

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

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