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When I was five years old, my mother was critically ill. She was in and out of the hospital like a clumsy drug dealer going in and out of jail.…More

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May We Find Light After the Dark the journey is not too far from our legs;because the dust is a milkwood crescentadjacent to a sturdy boulder. we seekthe path from…More

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The Mother Whenever Ekwutosi carries her child to the market, she lifts her face up to the sky as if she is sniffing God as she walks. It is her…More

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Drinking Nectar Mama Nnuku!*It’s four years your daughter drank nectarand shut her gate over our faces _what kind of mother drinks and leave her children thirsty? I sit around this…More

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The world wants to know more about Africa. These are calls for penetrative essays from writers all over the world on our struggles with climate change, ancestral ties and more.…More

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Book: The Girl With the Louding VoiceAuthor: Abi DarePages: 384Publisher: DuttonReviewer: Haneefah Bello Abi Dare’s debut novel is a crisp, brilliant account of a fourteen year old girl’s struggle against…More

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after Praise Osawaru every night, my phone transforms into a hospitalfront desk, hosting unsolicited calls andverses bleeding affection and its iteration.a labelled acquaintance texts me“hi baby.how was your day?have you…More

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my childhood friend’s mom as a land of memories when, like the wings of time, allare flying away from our hands,our memories hop and tryto catch them from departingabruptly, like…More

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The Body as Metaphor for War another rape case echoes around your news feed. you scroll through the story& your fingers can almost touch blood. how much rage can the…More

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So many times I have tried to kill myself. Not like I really wanted to, like people do these days, but some of the things I did almost cost me…More

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