Boy Lazarus – Ema Babikwa

Boy Lazarus – Ema Babikwa

Boy Lazarus Ema Babikwa“Give me that bucket.”  He handed it to her. She filled it again and went into the bathroom after him. He heard her pour the water over the bathroom floor to rinse it. She did it thrice then she waved him off. He wanted to ask her what it was –...

Green Is the Colour – Shayera Dark

Green Is the Colour – Shayera Dark

Green Is the Colour Shayera DarkApart from her parents, the first person Minna told she’d clinched the writer-slash-researcher job for a new talk show was her long-time friend, Zainab. They first met in primary school in Ibadan, separated when they moved to different...

A Small Unit – Chimezie Chika

A Small Unit – Chimezie Chika

A Small Unit Chimezie ChikaIt was the Harmattan solstice, and the traders were organising their affairs in preparation for the year-end closing of the market when a Toyota Hilux pulled up in front of Ikeajuana’s big shop in the sprawling pharmaceuticals market near...

We Made Water – Ìjàpá O

We Made Water – Ìjàpá O

We Made Water (also known as The Story of the Preacher and the Pretty Little Bird) Ìjàpá O‘Little bird, where has your mother gone?Little bird, why are you all alone?’— Dawud Wharnsby Ali Altogether, it was not too bad an outcome. When X asked me at the dam how I’d...

The Haunting of Kambili – Amanda Ilozumba

The Haunting of Kambili – Amanda Ilozumba

The Haunting of Kambili Amanda IlozumbaIt was the smell of fried plantain, slightly burnt, that roused her. But when Kambili opened her eyes, she wasn’t in Nne’s kitchen. There was only a filmy darkness – one that left an oily coat on her tongue – and the rusted tap...

Through the Black – Lazarus Panashe Nyagwambo

Through the Black – Lazarus Panashe Nyagwambo

Through the Black Lazarus Panashe Nyagwambo“There is a certain kind of black, a particularly unbound, untethered absence, the variety of which one’s mind can only wander into and return permanently altered, the kind in which even shadows shudder and the creepy...

If You Need Anything – Amanda Kingsley

If You Need Anything – Amanda Kingsley

If You Need Anything Amanda KingsleyJourney in It is 8.05am on a Monday in March. I get on the central line at Oxford Circus and successfully secure a seat. This is a technical feat, not a sign I am going to have a good day. I am going to have a good day, but because...

In Your Mother’s Kitchen – Daniel Ogba

In Your Mother’s Kitchen – Daniel Ogba

In Your Mother's Kitchen Daniel OgbaToday 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...

The Funeral – Hiwot Abebe

The Funeral – Hiwot Abebe

The Funeral Hiwot AbebeBizuayehu 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, making...

Maybe We Love Once – Donna Nyakapira

Maybe We Love Once – Donna Nyakapira

Maybe We Love Once Donna Nyakapira“My shop is just close to the bus stop,” was what the lady who owned the bridal shop told Mimie on the phone, yet they’d walked for about 20 minutes to get there. Dust coated her Nike sneakers and sweat her face. The shop was located...

The Loudest Things About Silence – Azu-Ume Emmanuel

The Loudest Things About Silence – Azu-Ume Emmanuel

The Loudest Things About Silence Azu-Ume EmmanuelThe boy came forward and stood beside the railway after the train left the little station. He held a bottle of whiskey in his right hand. With his left hand, he bade farewell to the men on the train with a certain kind...

When Crime Goes Viral – Kamsi Archipley 

When Crime Goes Viral – Kamsi Archipley 

When Crime Goes Viral Kamsi ArchipleyFriday Afternoon | Caption: Thinking of You, but always focusing on me | Likes:20 | Comments: 2 Imagine the perfect picture. The one. The photo where every pixel is in focus, and they all collide together and it’s you. Your hair is...

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