A Murmuration of Fallen Angels – Rigwell Addison Asiedu

A Murmuration of Fallen Angels – Rigwell Addison Asiedu

A Murmuration of Fallen Angels  Rigwell Addison AsieduThe white walls gleam under the fluorescent lights like pale wraiths smiling at me with bloodlust. I want to flee, but I am in a therapy room, my heart still racing, my mind still reeling from the events of...

There Is a Bully in My Head – Elisha Oluyemi

There Is a Bully in My Head – Elisha Oluyemi

There Is a Bully in My Head Elisha OluyemiOn Most Nights (1) I twist the key inside the keyhole, and the click in the mortise confirms that I've locked myself in. Then, I pull out the key and toss it on the bed. This act looks simple, but it is laborious—since I don't...

Pilgrims of Fortune – Derick Matsengarwodzi

Pilgrims of Fortune – Derick Matsengarwodzi

Pilgrims of Fortune Derick Matsengarwodzi“If you make a sound or move an inch, you are a dead man.” Confused, I looked around me, then heavenwards, searching for the hostile speaker. Above, only thick, grey rain-bearing clouds gathered swiftly on that early humid...

They Live Rent-Free in My Head – Blessing Evaleni Lawson

They Live Rent-Free in My Head – Blessing Evaleni Lawson

They Live Rent-Free in My Head Blessing Evaleni LawsonIf you ask me what my problem is, I will give you a scroll listing things I wish to change about myself. I will tell you what they are, my lips turning downwards as I give you a familiar name, and say, “These are...

Maiduguri, for Chandos Anthem No. 9 – Echezonachukwu Nduka

Maiduguri, for Chandos Anthem No. 9 – Echezonachukwu Nduka

Maiduguri, for Chandos Anthem No. 9 Echezonachukwu Nduka“Find what you love and let it kill you.”  —Charles Bukowski a. “So this is how you wish to die?” I could not get the question out of my mind. Each time I tried, the voice increased in resonance and followed me...

Vestiges – Anthony Ukwuoma

Vestiges – Anthony Ukwuoma

Vestiges  Anthony UkwuomaThe 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...

Vinegar-dipped Memories – Munachimso Ochiabutor

Vinegar-dipped Memories – Munachimso Ochiabutor

Vinegar-dipped Memories Munachimso OchiabutorI. 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...

Hellos and Goodbyes – FS Ashaolu

Hellos and Goodbyes – FS Ashaolu

Hellos and Goodbyes FS AshaoluIt wasn't until a year ago that I became aware of how my heart raced whenever a friend did not pick up my calls or reply to my texts. A text that was not replied to or a missed call sent my imagination spiralling out of control. I would...

Gods of the Ivory Tower – Martin-Hassan Eze

Gods of the Ivory Tower – Martin-Hassan Eze

Gods of the Ivory Tower Martin-Hassan EzeWe all have stories to tell. Some of our stories we gladly tell to whoever cares to listen, parroting them until we begin to sound like worn-out tapes. Others, we leave to gather dust at the bottom of our hearts because they...

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