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Meet the Team!
FICTION EDITOR Nzube Nlebedim NONFICTION EDITOR Onyedikachi Ottih POETRY EDITOR Chidiebube onye Okohia COPY EDITORS Nzube Nlebedim Chidiebube onye Okohia ART & PHOTOGRAPHY Femi Amuwo Chidiebube onye Okohia Frank Lenz
Issue 29 | September 2020
MEET THE TEAM CREDITS EDITORIAL INTERVIEW A Conversation with Ukamaka Olisakwe FICTION Perfect Yahoo Boy Cousins and Cologne A Grave Incident In Love with a Dead Man? Act of Contrition…
Still Moments
FERIAL MOHAMED Busyness is a ghost school. Hurt disappears in traffic but does not vanish. And then a thread swoops through the metal eye. A still moment of missing…
Sacrament of Soul, or, Baptism as a Foreword to Benediction
TAOFEEK AYEYEMI I lift my head, my body shapes into miracle; shakes the river back into itself; watches as my past ripples away into the river. I am cornered…
Death by Fire
BEATON GALAFA There should be a name for death by fire. those people that burn bound to large wooden stakes, run wild with tyres around necks, screaming, or inhale…
Fragment of Hidden Names
OJO OLUMIDE EMMANUEL everything you fathom, everything you imagine, are bones/stark dry/ people’s name are bones, too. someone called out, choked. names, here, are over-washed echoes white washed & hidden…
Sunday Morning & Candlelight
LUCIUS NDIMELE SUNDAY MORNING Cock crows escort a staggering thought to the church bell. I wake up searching for myself among scattered verses… on the way, a child picked and…
Refugees’ Testament & In my Family, Grief Keeps Biting our Eyes
JEREMY T. KARN REFUGEES’ TESTAMENT “…the Ghanaian National Police raided the camp and took away over 800 women and children to an unknown destination.’’ —Melissa Chea-Annan in Accra, baba said…
Daughter of Confidence
AYOOLUWA OLASUPO (IMISI) I should have been the child of an angel, But my mother had no money to buy wings. She was always in her apron, kneading dough on…