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..
—— The mind is a bad place to be trapped in. To that there can be no further argument, or question. It is a dark..
a portrait of your smile plays in my head, your eyes sparkling with the light of a thousand suns i close my eyes and you..
Penda Diakité Swiss-Malian Artist Penda Diakité grew up between Mali, West Africa and Portland, Oregon. As a result, she meshes the vibrant colors..
I always felt some deep lingering sadness in my father ever since I became mature enough to understand things in life. Having had to start..
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