Yejide Kilanko’s stunning debut novel, Daughters Who Walk This Path, offers a sad and telling reflection of the grim realities experienced by girls who suffer..
after Aracelis Girmay What is your name? You say. I think of the time my High School Senior said her name is Watt &..
I’d gladly pick fetching water with a spoon over doing laundry any day. But it’s 6:01 AM and I’m already padding around my..
If one prods the origins of most great works of art, one will find they were created to exorcise or archive a memory. Okigbo does..
By which visa did my fathers, millions of human cargo, mangled in cargo holds In the belly of time machines sail into these lands By..
I’m on a flight to Sydney, Australia. The attendant asks if I want tea or wine. I tell her tea is fine. The passenger beside..
or asking myself why we love Sinking boat / you are my terminal / collateral damages are peoples / recovering from a virus /..
One gentle February campaign night in 1999, when the long overdue harmattan still ravaged through the city and all the wells were famished and the..
at base four, the sounds of waist beads are heightened by Fela’s Afro-beat a disco light calls you out from the dark like the..
(after rereading & with lines from Umar Abubakar Sidi’s What Bad Poets Do) “Bad poets hear the cries of strangulated beasts, the whispers of..
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