OKOLO CHINUA My heart holds many locked rooms within, rooms I cannot open I walk the stairs of my memories each time I close my eyes It’s soaked, dripping… A…
MARTINS DEEP caution: a photographer must tread gingerly filming only with lenses positioned at the corner of his eyes. on Black Street, the walls are cartridge papers bearing paintings of…
IKECHUKWU IWUAGWU It is of futility a foresight To relate the Africa’s giant future site Her rind, six decades to be very soon Had witnessed shades of pogroms under the…
ABUDU-BHADMUS OMOLABAKE My little window has become my companion The only proof there is a world beyond my deep agony: The green field contrasting the dark hole I’m in. My…
SAI SABOUKE Today, again, I wake up — a truck Contemplating which highway to take. Though aware I am that all the roads Lead nowhere, my feet, carved To re-walk…
MURTHADHO SOHFIYYAH It was the 19th of March 2020, three weeks since Nigeria confirmed its first case. With only twelve confirmed cases at the time, the panic and fear were…
EVANSON NJUKI Gb slowly approached the orange throne, her heart racing. Imagine a hush falling over the royal Hp republic, in IBM palace; a silence so profound that she could …
CHINUA EZENWA-OHAETO Is it not great how good we think we are at remembering? remembrances: remember. Remember the day we buried a lizard on our playground and bore a guilt…