“Did he touch you?” This has been the prevailing question in my life ever since I wrote the common entrance exam. My parents asked it,..
#prelude As by faith in Ovid’s rhapsody—an immortal leak of ideas, I amin the nucleus of a 9-foot-diametercircle, gulping down pain of yearswith unleavened bread;..
PRESS RELEASE 15 women. 7 countries. 1 book. “In Her Words: African Women’s Perspectives on Gender Equality,” is a collection of essays that are equal..
in memory of the brothers & sisters we lost in the #EndSARS protests I am taking a risk with this poem.I mean our bodies are..
The first time he calls me beautiful, I freeze. My whole body stills into whatever a wait is made of. When he says it the..
CHARACTERS: LEYE FEYI MR ADEWUNMI A hot afternoon. Light comes up on LEYE OGIDAN driving a vehicle. He is in his mid-thirties. He switches the..
the clock— she echoes the footfalls of time traveling Eastward with the charts on my palms i do not want to overthink transition how my..
The process of “civilization” is a continuous negotiation of what it means to impose order on a world given to entropic tendencies. The traffic warden,..
The 2019 article by Kenyan writer Billy Kahora, Ngugi wa Thiong’o, Giant of Kenyan Letters, is the germ of this essay. Kahora’s article is an..
Maybe truth, not lies, crashes homes. It is why she can watch and shrug as her hostile neighbour’s six-or-so-year old crouches under her father’s ramshackle..
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