Two Poems – Sulayman Saye

Two Poems Sulayman Saye Pedestrian I break away on my ownlike an animal past parentingand notice the jungle’s runwayisn’t for creatures like me. Shooting a watt of life into my leg, I hide my gait.Under surveillance, I contemplateWhether to stand tall or to look down...

The Weight of Our Walls – Fatima Abdullahi

The Weight of Our Walls Fatima Abdullahi Mani pulled his King out of Makeri’s many creeks, this one a blue so dark it was almost steel, filled with moss and snakes and the pebbles the children liked to use for Mancala. It snaked its way steadily through the...

Hallowed is the Flesh – B. T. Karuma

Hallowed is the Flesh B. T. Karuma Glorious Fits Tafara’s house shook sometimes. Not like an earthquake but like a shiver alarming him of his own terror. He had just snuggled between his sheets when his bedroom began shaking. It was a cold night, particularly quiet...

A Grain of Rice in the Heart of Genocide – Chioniso Tsikisayi

A Grain of Rice in the Heart of Genocide  Chioniso Tsikisayi MAONEI  We stopped planting fathers a while ago, for this reason.  Sometimes blood evaporates in the sun like water, and the only evidence that remains are the corpses that condense like rain clouds at the...

The Rain Translates My Bibi to Me – iman adam

The Rain Translates My Bibi to Me iman adam My grandmother did not believe my mother when she first told her that nights get longer in the West. “What do you mean longer, only hair and nails get longer. How can a night grow?” she said.  “The sun rises later and sets...