Proximate Moments & Other Poems Chinua Ezenwa-Ohaeto Proximate Moments (on getting sick and not picking calls from Olisa Eloka) I have curly hair, my mum does and her mum too.Thought: something must have happened somewhere, somehow, along the line of lineage.I...
In Your Mother’s Kitchen Daniel Ogba Today is Sunday. After the longer than usual morning devotion, the sun is already breaking in through the curtain when your mother asks you to go into the kitchen and bring down the deep pot from the shelf; she wants to make...
Mbegu Kondo Heller The poem small and hard in its shell carried many otherwise possibilities. We wrote each other a seed every day that summer. There is someone I grew up with who laid out in the sun the seed of every fruit she had eaten – hoping to grow fruit again...
Vestiges Anthony Ukwuoma The morning my grandmother’s kitchen fell, she was cooking rice. My grandfather, Ochiabuo, was in his 20s when he built the kitchen with clay. Before the mud house was constructed, they lived in a thatched hut that offered little space but...
The Funeral Hiwot Abebe Bizuayehu watches four men bring in poles and erect the green khaki tent with practised efficiency. The dullness of the fabric against the gloomy, grey sky will make the day more unbearable. She turns away and walks back inside the house,...
