Tea Chat with Ayo Amurawaiye
In a world where the long history of humankind’s race to civilization has left debilitating environmental consequences, many individuals and corporations are finally standing up to champion causes focused on…More
3 poems by Nkateko Masinga
1. ghazal for the ghastly going“I am not cruel, only truthful.” – Sylvia Plath I’ll take your love in rations: this portion will last ’til June,when my leaves turn brown…More
Is there a Classification in Feminism? by Mitchel Tumuhimbise
2004 is the year I had the ‘opportunity’ to misconceive International Women’s Day. It was the day, at least in my primary school, on which the teachers ensured that we,…More
3 poems by Nanya Kooper
Aririọ Kwuteli Here will I submit my supplication to Ala. O Ala! I know you are benevolent.You give children abundantly like rain and watch them grow like the akpu farms…More
The Becoming of A Woman
So, who else thinks girls just grow magically overnight into women, with no hassle? A perfect, rosy transition, eh? Well, that is some fairytale; to think that the becoming of…More
post mortem by Ohia Ernest Chigaemezu
post mortem the icy air, light from aureoles, huge body chambers, make the long, white room a walk-in abattoir, or a spacious kitchen, or a private museum opened for cutting…More
Handsome Pay For Submissions By Children’s Literature Writers and more
If you have an interest in children’s literature, you should try these contests, win a huge amount of money or probably get to travel to Sweden. 1. Nigerian LNG Prize…More
Conversation with Chizoma Emeka Joshua, winner, Kreative Diadem Competition (Flash Fiction Category)
Chizoma Emeka Joshua is a Student whose academic pursuit seems not to be holding him back as he soars in attaining a solid foot in writing. He is a BellaNaija…More
This Agony Mother Feels by Odeyemi Idowu
Mother was born in the rift of time…The Elizabethans showed her the wayTook her shoes away,and left the Catholic Hymns in her mouth.Mother don’t know “Hymns do good”But shoes do…More
My Mother’s Sun by Tayo Oladipo
“Mtchew!” Moomi hissed for the sixth time that night as we waited at the bus stop. We were going for a night vigil and as usual, Moomi insisted that we…More