Fiction and Poetry
By Hassan Usman it’s 5:00 in the morning. I tiptoe towards the room’s oldest mirror…
By Olowo Qudus Opeyemi the shades of the night/ faded & metamorphosed into mild metaphors/…
By Psalmuel Benjamin If Nigeria Was a Bible, It Would Be the Gospel Without Jesus…
By Adedoyin Ajayi “Doyin!” No matter how much he tried, he could never quite pronounce…
By Sunday Saheed you hate to say it, but you’re still a stranger that looks…
By Jaachị Anyatọnwụ skinned knees & runny nose undersized shirts & patched shorts bible recitals…
In this part of the global egg, a boy is a yolk– yoked like an…
Nnewi, Nigeria. * We sit around a fire and await my grandma’s spirit to announce…
1. Being friend with an Agbado Boy is not enough to become a real tiff.…
Planes and plains are parting paths. Chief and Alhaji are on board. Musa and the…