Beauty has been defined and redefined. I have been led a couple of times to revisit these posers: Should beauty be subjective or objective? Do the criteria for...
Author - Jennifer N. Mbunabo
Jennifer Nkiruka Mbunabo was born in Lagos, Nigeria. She studied Law at the University of Benin. Her Poems, short fiction and non-fiction have been published on Naijastories.com, thenewblackmagazine.com, voicesnet.org, allpoetry.com and the Nigerian Guardian Newspaper. She lives in Port Harcourt.
A mountain of dark clouds descended upon the horizon, its crevices gleaming with a golden sheen. Heaven seemed so close to earth. Shadowed leaves on pendulous...
Should we redefine the terminology “Feminism” to exclude gender equality? Feminism is a term I feel so very passionate about, especially because of its history...
The curtains reeled in the breeze. A stormy night it was. The silent thunder kept me half asleep. It terrified me because I heard no sound but imagined that...
UNHATCHED The rack, it weakens me. I don’t know what hurts the most, The dark, brown, grume, Or the inflammation beneath your cave. It strikes hard, the...
Tanzania is my name. And I am a human being. My birth name is Dunia but after my tenth birthday I changed it to Tanzania. Mother says I am too young to change...
The unparalleled beauty of the Lakeview hotel in Bagauda was consistently drummed into my ears by Joanna, my best friend of twenty years. She had just got back...
The cold air curled about Stella’s feet as she stood on the stoop, her petite hands quivering in the side pockets of her denim shorts. Mark had phoned...
