Growing Pains Anna-Maria Poku I feel I must begin by emphasising the fact that you consider yourself a good person. Where good means good, in the way that we tend to define good. You don’t lie (at least not intentionally), and you don’t cheat (unless you absolutely...
Audacity to Dream at Vespers & Other Poems Muiz Ọpẹ́yẹmí Àjàyí Márọkọ́ at the shoreline of dreams & existence,a people’s history erodes with the flood.debris towering over my mother, stilla girl, naive enough to flash a smile atthe excavator, before her...
At the Foot of a Tree hn. lyonga These thoughts are not simply theoretical or conceptual. They are actual ways of living and respiring in certain parts of the world. This essay holds notions, traditions, and trajectories of the Bakweri people of southwest Cameroon....
Places Wale Ayinla I am lying on my back, on the bed where M. lies half-naked. The fan in her hand swooshes as it cools sweat off her body, and the sun filters in through the half-raised curtain. This is the third time M. is visiting me, and on every occasion, there...
Teach Me So I Don’t Wither Halimah Adisa i almost loved the dog? i mean the bruise.or maybe the smoke. i have not known lovebeyond a need to punish someone else.— Precious Arinze (Sometimes i am my father’s daughter, but mostly i am his hands.) I see myself scampering...
