The Whispering Jinni says to his human master, “Black President, your traitor friend is in the audience tonight; the snitching journalist!” The master wears...
Author - Ahmed Maiwada
KISSTORY 1 Let our first kiss Be the last thing on our lips That our last kiss May be the first thing On the line When drought carved the cracks. Lips are like...
Every Friday, when the sun folded the shadows directly beneath objects under its scotching brilliance, the adults in Zaria would have their hearts in their...
Our household was busy threshing groundnuts one morning, inside our compound of wattle-and-daub huts and barns. The goats and sheep were bleating. The fowls...
