Saturday, July 27, 2024

DIACRITIQUE

Man Dreaming of Being Found: Short fiction by Abigail George

He was just a man. He was just a...

Sermons and Steel: Fiction by Femi Eromosele

My hand comes down in one swift motion, and...

Ola W. Halim: Weekend

"What?!" That was all Eki could say. Her bag fell...

Burma Boys and Strange Wars

"No European writer could have written 'Things Fall Apart,'...

Writers Extending Literary Frontiers

Tanure Ojaide’s recent designation of the poets of this...

Sacred Suicide: Re-Reading Soyinka’s Death and the King’s Horseman Forty Years After

Death and the King’s Horseman by Wole Soyinka is...

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Younger Nigerian Writers Have Better Chances Than We Had – Helon Habila

Younger Nigerian writers have better chances than we had ...

Reading Culture and the Government in Kenya: A Publisher’s View

Stakeholders in the book industry are agreed that Kenya...

Good Night, Nike Adesuyi: So Long a Night!

CYCLES (For Nosa) Days come, Days go, Each writes a distinct Paragraph in the...

Tolu Fagbure | Case Closed!

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

Jolademi: Poems by Lola Shoneyin

Jolademi He creeps into my bedroom when the night is most...

The Hybrid | Poems

habitat no longer civilian.windswept aftermath slappedover dry bone. ring of...

The One Thing I’d rather be: Poems by May Livere

The One Thing I’d rather be If there was one...

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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...

Abigail George | This is what happens to my tears

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

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...

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