Nnewi, Nigeria. * We sit around a fire and await my grandma’s spirit to announce its presence by discolouring the small flame. When brick-red becomes green, we...
Category - Fiction and Poetry
1. Being friend with an Agbado Boy is not enough to become a real tiff. You might have tiff a piece of an item or many pieces before, and may have a fine tiff CV, but...
Planes and plains are parting paths. Chief and Alhaji are on board. Musa and the school’s brightest are birds Gliding away from the land where Grasses were green...
With the door shut, neighbours, those who are still alive, can believe that this is an ordinary house… By Chourouq Nasri I am delirious with exhaustion. My face is...
open city after Teju Cole i have been further south than my heart heavy in the shape lagos takes at nights: broken streetlights, yellow but unlit buses, rapid music...
