
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
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
“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
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
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
1.So here you are, seated on the poorly cemented floor with your back against the itchy wall in this small room that shouldn’t even be for the living. Wet in…More
The choristers chorus the hallelujah song by Handel Messiah, so euphoniously. Sitting at the edge of a long, brown pew in church, your gaze lingers on him. He is the…More
I always wondered why she had issues with the arithmetic. It just didn’t suit her. Maybe, she was too good at her teaching career to tolerate any inaccurate application to…More
With an original take on speculative, dystopian, fantastical, magical realism and any other term that stands for ‘knocks the breath out of you’, Lesley Nneka Arimah has spun a collection of short stories in such a spectacular and intelligent manner that will stay with us for a very long time.
MoreI really don't know what to feel anymore. Love, a topic I keep missing every time I think I have a grasp of it. It is fragile and slippery. I…More
You wake up to a bright morning. A warm ray of light filters through your netted windows, bounces off your white walls, and bathes your prostrate form with its shimmering…More