Fiction and Poetry
By Abigail George Love is an echo from my distant past; it has bewitched the…
By Obongofon Etuk (In Memory of Enobong Ibanga Inyang) I can’t begin with anything endearing, In…
By temidayo okun i’d like to sit on a bed of roses — while watching…
By Moses Anderson After Amanam Ndem You have heard that the cemetery has more talents,…
By Frank Njugi & in a film, one girl wearing a bustier corset might trip…
By Jide Badmus I. The sun undresses before lounging waters as though for a swim.…
aubade with mo(u)rning birds the earth thumps like a body set to die the heart…
By Ogah Friday David I do not fret when my prayer refuses flight. Perhaps I…
Their mothers will soon go to the backyard, a big cockerel squawking in their grip,…
By Ement Amaku The cycle turns and turns like tumbleweeds blown by a whirlwind. Today,…