In Your Mother’s Kitchen – Daniel Ogba

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 

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

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

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,...

Vinegar-dipped Memories – Munachimso Ochiabutor

Vinegar-dipped Memories Munachimso Ochiabutor I. My heart has become accustomed to this raw, sharp pain; it cuts me into fine shreds and leaves resentment simmering hot beneath my skin. The first time I felt this pain coursing through my heart was after I graduated...