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What I Mean When I Say Grief Is Also a Cloth │ Olalekan Hussein │ Poetry
When death gave my father a bitter smile in the middle of the night;this death choked his breath and kissed his headlike an a thief recite some verses before scaling…More
Achebe Speaks │ Eberechukwu Noble │ Poetry
According to Achebe, “we were able to demonstrate that it was possible for African people, entirely on their own, to refine oil.” And after those who had barrels filled with…More
Down and Out in Denmark: Katrine W. Kjaer Takes on African Adoption in A Girl in Return │ Kayode Faniyi
Seven years after the death of 13-year-old Hana Williams, an Ethiopian child adopted by a US couple, Ethiopia decided on an outright ban on foreign adoptions. US adoptions from Ethiopia…More
3 Poems │ Haruna Solomon Binkam
In the thicket Mothers hum & prod babiesbitten by tsetse flies. In the thicket every sleep is slippery towards silent stupor & mothers know every quiet eyeclosure is not peace…More
3 Poems │ Younglan Talyoung
Various Forms of Doubt Rehearsing How to Dance in My Sister’s Head (i)we take off our clothesyour skin turns downthe approach of my fingers.fright cloaks youyour skeletal frame is upholsteredin…More
A Song for the Bed of Liquid │ Psalmuel Benjamin Oluwasheun │ Poetry
I sing this day / the beauty of a bed / as a melody thrusts me a spoonful dough of kisses / before the playful blanket of waters / I…More
3 Poems │ Jaachi Anyatonwu
For Boys Who Know They Are i know boys who are trying to fit in a bowl of social norms like new wine in a broken glassi know boys who…More
3 Poems │ Abdulkareem Abdulkareem
Mother— believe me again,I’m not mad Mother asks if this is anothersubtle elegy to mourn my father,& I tell her— this poem is another ironcaught between the anvil and the…More
Boys as a Metaphor for Cruelty │ Eniola Abdulroqeeb Arówólò │ Poetry
(after Samuel Adeyemi’s ‘body as a metaphor for war’)for Iniubong Umoren a girl doesn’t just become an arsenalof rage and grief in this country. a pop-upwreaks a havoc on my…More
Aderonke │ Owoeye Olajumoke │ Poetry
Your eyes glowed like petalsthey caressed my souleach time we sit at duskto behold the beauty of the fireflies Your steps were graciousthey led to the doors of Kingsand to…More