For Josh The day breaks on my lips like sour prayers, sour agbalumo bleeding a thirsty tongue, and my hope wails in wonder.…
Who are they? Are they human beings? Or are they truly spirits as many people in my village claim? One of my uncles swears that…
There is a huge misconception about creativity, and it prevents us from benefitting from the many latent potentials in men. Some people think that creativity…
It was a dark presence on the edge of my vision, like a spot of blackness hiding in the corner of my eye. I turned…
The Shape of the Stars – Udochukwu Chidera | Short Story There I stood, looking through the window with wandering eyes, staring at the…
Social Media as the Great Digital Moonlight Play – Mike Ekunno | Essay Before the coming of the Internet, as an African, the only…
CHILDHOOD REMINISCENCE My heart beats faster As I await the inevitable. I feel goosebumps all over. The weather seems furious; Blowing wind left to right.…
Charade – A poem by Alexander Onoja Happiness has a face, Marked by sugar, spice, and everything nice. Behind every troubled heart is a…
May 12th, 2022 – Chinonso Marymartin Okoabu | Creative Nonfiction Nothing shook the country greatly like the death of Deborah Samuel, a 200-level student…
Gone Before Easter | Dayo Ikotun He went missing during Lent. Like invisible fingers had reached out and snatched him. One minute he was there,…