At the interface between earth and mute space, between form and void, is glass. * ..
The sun scorched a little too hot that afternoon and Ivie found herself wishing there was some kind of control knob so she could turn..
at yaba there’s a part of you loitering on every streets, in stranger’s houses, on the faces of everyone you meet there’s the granny’s box..
Torera stepped out of the lace dress Jaiye bought for her last birthday. She dropped it on the pile of dirty clothes pushed into a..
Here I bring my camels to the waterer. Look, you write these poems too close to your heart I have been, all morning, trying to..
I write today to share a memory fading into nothingness, a memory of tears that I refuse to say. Of childhood, not of happiness and..
from the very first breath, life begins to chisel us, and carves us into the bodies we become at the last draw. when we were..
We are excited to share with you the contributors that made up this year’s Agbowó magazine, The Memory Issue. Comprising 36 creative Africans from different countries,..
(For Onnie) I have tried to count our minted coins: They are Z+ of integers slipping through mind Like a money changer sans numismatic..
CLICK TO DOWNLOAD THE YOUNG AFRICAN POETS ANTHOLOGY NOW INTRODUCTION We who are living now have an obligation to open the future’s doors and..
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