Monday, July 22, 2024

DIACRITIQUE

Abigail George: Friday Nights have been Lonely

Nothing is coming undone because so far it is...

Stay In Your Lane: A Short Story by Osahon Ize-Iyamu

Osakpolor thought he could make it. An hour before...

The Birth and Death of a Nation: Fiction by Kabu Okai-Davies

It was the hottest month of the year, a...

Reporting Violence in the World: Different Strokes for Different Folks

I recently read, on the BBC website, of the...

Experimental Prose by Abigail George

THE CHILLING DETACHMENT OF THE ELITE Suddenly I understood my...

Toward an African Renaissance: A Review of Ngugi wa Thiong’o’s Something Torn and New

Toward an African Renaissance: A Review of Ngugi wa...

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

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

Abigail George: The Loneliness of the Long Distance Writer

I don’t want to be cool and for a long time I was experimenting with different voices in my writing. It took me a long time to realise I just had to be myself, comfortable with who I was. I don’t want to be popular. I don’t know how to be cool...

I Want To Be Part Of The Nigerian Literary Community – Ken Wiwa

KEN Bornale Wiwa sits behind his glass topped, forged...

Tolu Fagbure | Case Closed!

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

Ugochukwu Damian Okpara: Sixteen Couplets

Sixteen Couplets (for mother) come celebrate with me that everyday something has tried...

Solomon Uhiara: How to Make a Person

HOW TO MAKE A PERSON I used to be a...

The Nuclear Ghost Towns: Poems by Adeola Ikuomola

THE NUCLEAR GHOST TOWNS The moon is a spark on...

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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...

Abu Ibrahim | Final Banquet of Desires

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

Paul Chibuike Emenike | Idanre

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

Abigail George | This is what happens to my tears

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

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...

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