Their mothers will soon go to the backyard, a big cockerel squawking in their grip, to slit its throat. An unfortunate blood ritual for fortunate children… By...
Category - Fiction and Poetry
By Ement Amaku The cycle turns and turns like tumbleweeds blown by a whirlwind. Today, I went out and saw little boys playing. Every day, I wake up and hear vehicles...
By Hassan Usman it’s 5:00 in the morning. I tiptoe towards the room’s oldest mirror in my birthday suit, examining what parts of my father’s silhouette I...
By Olowo Qudus Opeyemi the shades of the night/ faded & metamorphosed into mild metaphors/ & i could hear the travelling sweet purrs of the forlorn flutist/...
Fiction and Poetry
If Nigeria Was a Bible, It Would Be the Gospel Without Jesus & For Boys Whose Hearts Are Old, Rugged Books | Psalmuel Benjamin
By Psalmuel Benjamin If Nigeria Was a Bible, It Would Be the Gospel Without Jesus Match you (Matthew) This gospel begins with a genealogy of vexation And the story of...
