Meditation on Writing
Written by: Pamilerin Jacob I fail miserablyat my most beloved habit. Suddenly, a stone is a stone. A cloud is a cloud. &the water in my cup possesses no ancient history. Not a symbol. Nota metaphor. The mornings are stripped clean of magic: birds, no…
Episode Two: Beautiful Pieces
Written By: Josh Effiong TRISHA “Good morning ma’am” a familiar voice greeted as she stepped into the premises of her workplace. “What’s good about the morning?” she asked. One foot in, “Hey…Good morning” It was Smith, her colleague. As she ransacked her handbag to get…
Beautiful Pieces: Episode One
Written By: Josh Effiong BRYAN It had been a very long weekend. Starting off from Saturday, after returning home at 1:00pm, Bryan dashed into the restroom to have a quick shower before figuring out what he would have for lunch. With a white towel wrapped…
of rejection letters
Written by: Olaewe D Opeyemi i must admit, i do not know too much about letters — any kind of letters except for the ones i was forced to write in school, the one WAEC asked us to write, the ones i wrote in farewell…
Will You Still Be Family?
By Joshua Tom A minor chord and then an arpeggio like a blonde on balé a question danced on my broken heart. When the melody goes to bed and there’s no strum or click, when our world goes silent will you still be Family? Oh!…
A Love Letter
Written by Owolabi Awwal To Ajoke, pure and simple, beautiful and amazing, whose heart agrees with mine Dear Ajoke, I begin this letter with everything that has weight and occupy space, everything that lives yet exists only in man’s imagination. I’ve come to your door…
Caesura: A Poem By Nigerian Poet, Jide Badmus
Jide’s poem, “Caesura” closely resembles a skilled short distance athlete. The poem starts off on its strongest foot and speeds through the reader’s mind with such gusto that won our admiration at the first read. What is more commendable is how the poem arrives at…
Chukwu Emmanuel: On This Side, I Call My Body A New Name
my therapist calls me fragile/ meaning after she checks on me/ she still concludes i’m broken.– for N. I have never been afraid to tell my story/maybe this way I will know this body better/& my fears made easy and accessible/like how it is a…
Four Reasons Why You Should Share Your Writings With Us At EBOquills
This October, we threw open are submission windows and called on members of the literary community to send us original poems, short stories, letters, and creative rants. We wanted to have a variety of voices, something like little bits of different fruits in a fruit…
