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Lyrically │ Feyisayo Anjorin │ Short story
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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 life would keep getting shorter for the pleasure I get from this thing. Is life that predictable? I smoke, therefore I am doomed to…
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Book Review │ Tope Folarin’s A Particular Kind of Black Man │ Joseph Akinnawonu
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Tope Folarin’s A Particular Kind Of Black Man is a metaphor for identity, ambition, loss, a love lost, a conflict between the past and the future, a struggle for survival, and the trajectory of the black race in a white world. The 2013 Caine Prize winning author writes a part of himself into his…
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A Quest for Sobriety – 4
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Alice cooks Olo’s dinner naked save for her batik wrapper draped over her breasts. She boils the meat in a broth spiced with fresh peppers so that the tenderized meat will taste slightly hot. Thoroughly washed and shredded vegetables spend about a minute in boiling water. She cleans the ponmo with the blunt edge…
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A Quest for Sobriety – 2
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Meet Olo, Alice’s husband, again. He is still lying on an armchair in his living room, snoring away his Saturday. He will wake up soon enough with a splitting headache and a mouthful of sputum and a spell of nausea. He drank too much last night. He drinks too much every night. He is…
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CHRONICLES OF A DISJOINTED BOY: SOLITUDE
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The last time I wrote a story listening to Enya’s Flora Secret, I cut my left index finger and allowed the gushing blood tell a story of how I was once told to always keep my mouth shout even if pain was ripping me through. I didn’t understand the idea behind leaving myself in…
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CHRONICLES OF A DISJOINTED BOY: FOR THOSE SOULS THAT WON’T BE STONES
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I started naming the cities in my body when I was ten. Some I named grief, sorrow, agony, and mental disorder. Others I named brokenness, injustice, and infirmity. There was nothing named joy or happiness where I grew up though, so, I didn’t bother to ask why, and neither did I bother to name…
