A Thing Too Stressed
Written By: Precious Uwen when we started loving it was like we got new clothes. and we’d never stain it. But we wore our love repeatedly for days without changing it. We wore our love with the same pattern, with the same style. The same…
Lessons From my Encounter With a Generous Beggar
Yesterday I was out all day. Sitting outside an eatery, using their free power supply to work on my PC. As I sat there going back and forth on the many tabs opened on my browser, enduring the noise of the gen. which sat beside…
The Songbirds Sing, My Ears Hear a Dirge
Written By: Adejuwon Gbalajobi You’re heavy upon me heart, sorrow.You’re a ravenous beast inside of me.A thousand Psalms I’ve sung to silence you,my throat burns with prayers to still your madness– still you ravish me. How do I wheel myself into joy when it is…
Episode Four: Beautiful Pieces
Written By: Josh Effiong TRISHA At Trisha’s place, She’d woken up at 6:00am and quickly replayed the past evening incident in head. “I’m sorry I stressed you Mr. unknown” Trisha muttered smacking her head. While she was about placing her feet into the flip-flop beside…
Discomfort: Everyone Thinks My Madness Is In Its Larval Stage
I want to go back to the time when discomfort was just a grain of sand in my shoes and I only needed to kick the shoes off and be relieved. I miss the days when much of what I knew of discomfort was a…
The Death of an Age
Written By: Nnaemeka Enemchukwu It was not long before our Great Personage was taken up in the midst of green clouds that the strange men came. This time we were living in an age of magic, miracles, and mysteries. We had a life that was…
My Crush is a Black Hole
Written By: Naphtali Festus Adda 1:13 am.i think of Prudence. how she flashes her teeth. how she weaves words like a basket. her beauty. her baritone voice – my phone rings, it’s another message from Quora digest, it reads; what is a black hole? //…
Episode Three: Beautiful Pieces
Written By: Josh Effiong BRYAN “I’m sorry about what happened earlier. I was just…” “Can’t you just apologize without any excuses?” Bryan interrupted. “If I knew you were the same person, I wouldn’t have stopped,” Bryan added. Trisha went mute and all listened to the…
To My Next Abuser
Written By: John Chizoba Vincent When next you come stretchingyourself into a different nameless river,I beg to connect to your tide and waves,do not force me to spread my legsagain like those that came before youdid; I have not seen my period afterMallam Musa’ prayers…
