Hush: A Short Story By Nweke Ozioma Ruth
In “Hush”, Nweke Ozioma Ruth tells a story that is both moving and relatable. The story examines lack, and poverty, how those two can deflate a man’s ego and put love in a really tight corner. Nweke’s story is simple and melancholic but it is…
African Tale of Freedom, A Story By Omoniyi Wasiu Abiodun
We always look forward to a storytelling style that holds great potential for telling original African stories the way it is, without leaving out hope from its ingredients. We found this in Omoniyi Wasiu Abiodun’s “African Tale of Freedom”. In his story, he takes the…
The demise of a god – A Short Story by Pele Olabanji
Pele Olabanji’s story is melancholic. It mirrors the ironies of life. It tells of how fate can play a fast one on a man and make him a character in a story he wishes he could run out of. – Editorial Team The sun sets…
It Never Ends
Written By: Henry P. Ugochukwu Henry writes about depression and mental health in such a beautiful way. His poetic expressions are vivid and piercing. They all sit on the gallery of the reader’s thoughts for days. Read this piece slowly. There is no guarantee that…
Bleeding (Part II)
Written By: Ejiofor C.E.S That night when everyone had gone to sleep, Kamarana locked herself in the bathroom and cried. It seemed as if the whole day was uncoiling itself and recoiling on her, crushing her, shrinking her. She remembers her mother telling her to…
Bleeding (Part I)
Written By: Ejiofor C. E. S Kamarana wanted to die. At first because of the stinging pain between her legs and the stickiness of the clotting blood that trickled with lazy effort between her legs. But now though she feared she would die of something…
Chukwuemeka Ike Reunites with our Ancestors: Are the Veterans Leaving African Literature in Good Hands?
We do not mourn men like Chukwuemeka Ike because they do not actually leave us. We know that their journeys to the land of the spirits did not begin on the day they hosted death. So when we scoop a handful of tributes, we do…
What my Mother Means When She Says, “May the Road be Kind to You”
Before the bus hits the road, mama would lean against the white Benue Links bus — which always has a bright red and deep green strip running through it– and mutter a prayer the same way she did the first time I left Gboko for…
Men Like God, An Essay By Owolabi Awwal Olanrewaju
Owolabi Awwal Olarenwaju calls us out for not showing enough respect to military men who walked right into the arms of death to see to our collective safety. He insists that we must remember them. The fallen heroes, whose bodies were feasted on by scavengers…
