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Bodies are Anomalies | Adetutu Adediran

I hang on to loose things that always fall away like another man’s body breaking into a tale. The first time I learnt a man,..

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Ablution | Pamilerin Jacob

In the shower, water driblets pop off my wrists like sequins & those that trickle, vein both arms until I am licked clean by dryness,..

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Anorexia Nervosa | Adedayo Agarau

An eating disorder¹ characterized by a distorted body-image², fear of becoming obese³, persistent aversion to food, and severe weight loss4 and malnutrition. It most commonly affects..

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Brittle | Michael Akuchie

I am in this room that smells of aged books, where darkness hedges out the flow of sunlight. I stick my head out the window..

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How Do You Start a Revolution? | Edaki Timothy

(after Keith Boykin) How do you start a revolution? does it begin with the blooming of flowers in the morning sun or when the..

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The Solace of Scapegoats | Aaishah Mayet

At first we dream tapestries Of extravagant yarn From the softest down To colour the calvarial galleries Of our notional legacies In the largest crochet..

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The Pacification of an Afro | Chrissie Chinebuah

Your eyes, or your looks that kneel with every blink, as if to pray for conformity, put a leash on my untamable crown – the..

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When They Ask How You Lived | Prudence Okeoghene Emudianughe

you tell them this is how you learn to breathe under water /head first. i your mother’s breath smells like tired blood/and you listen/as she..

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Near-Field | Tolu Oloruntoba

Zaria, Rainy Season, 1996. I am crouched beneath the concrete ironing slabs, almost a cube without two sides, adjoining the bath hall twenty boys had..

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a conversation with my father | Ernest O. Ògúnyemí

eighteen, I get a question like this from father: what dream do you carry in your chest? I tell my father: ..

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