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Gravity Is Not So Bad │ Ruth Torty │ Poetry
When I struggled to talk to youI looked out of the coffee shopTo watch a fowl’s attempt at flyingI tell you that I am like the fowlOdd and insecure That…More
Page Hunting │ Salam Adejoke │ Poetry
Sometimes I hunt my pagesCurving lines and doting “I’s”Flipping through the many judgementsExpressing thoughts and captured momentsWithout thinking or focusMaking sense or writing jargonsI could hear its voice echoScreaming and…More
Father’s Skull Harboured Inferno │ Adebayo Aderoju │ Poetry
Father’s Skull Harboured Inferno Father had lost all his age before he died:I saw his farewell faceas only a scary replica of mine as a toddlerand when he said “do…More
3 Poems │ VT Ahonsi
A Call Out of My Mind Palace I was never present in my body, wandering in the rain in a world that only saw my body and ignored me. It…More
3 Poems │ Martins Deep
the echo of a wound after interment father, the path to your graves t r e t c h e s like an elastic placenta affixed to my lacrimal sac.your…More
The Void Dangling in My Heart │ Adams Raphael │ Poetry
There is a girlSatan’s Child is written on her forehead.Her mirror is broken.She runs to the Stillwater to behold her entirety,At another time, she comes to disrupt the water.I watched…More
Lyrically │ Feyisayo Anjorin │ Short story
I keep sneering at the words of these oloshis who give me solemn and sagacious looks born of their deep-seated belief that my lungs would soon turn black and my…More
2 Poems │ ts hidalgo
Lolitas Store It’s usually argued:the Old World descends, say, from Jerusalem, from Athens;misogynist really, since the dawn of time,i.e. droit du seigneur, or burning of adulteresses.In Ancient Greece,the nobles had…More
What Does My Country Do With this Wall? │ Shedrack Opeyemi Akanbi │ Poetry
My country is on the moveBut her legs are those of a dipsomaniac. The torchbearer forgets to take his promises alongSo he leaves my country atThe gate of Canaan &Moves…More
Little Things │ Sayo Juba │ Short story
“But she’s not that kind of girl,” she screamed with her hands on her chest, her heart racing as a trickle of sweat ran down her neck.She was right. Chinyere…More