Poetry
When these Western publishers shifted their gaze elsewhere or closed their exclusively African imprints, their…
By Ement Amaku The cycle turns and turns like tumbleweeds blown by a whirlwind. Today,…
As a boy living in the rectory attached to the church, Nduka did not immediately…
Sometimes, poets use their poems as a glimpse into their personal lives, but this collection…
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 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…