Transit | Anthony Chibueze Ukwuoma
(cover photograph direction: Tobi Amida) I am on the bus from Owerri where I just concluded my undergraduate studies. The driver stalls the engine at Banana Junction in Orlu, where…
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I Call Upon Your Name | Damilola Oyedeji
(cover photograph direction: Victor Akhere) i. Sixth Sense or Does your Mother Know? My clearest memory of you is from the braider shop. It’s the most living form of you…
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My Battle with My Skin | Boakye D. Alpha
This is a raw and unfiltered capturing of a day in the life of a young man who grapples with profound insecurity about his very, very, very, dark skin. Well,…
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In Search of Home in Dreams of Sand and Waters of Grief: Review of Romeo Oriogun’s “Nomad” | Ejiro Elizabeth Edward
Publisher: Griots Lounge Publishing, Nigeria Year of publication: 2021 “and in leaving/ we seek the unfurling of new wings, the naming/ of new cities, the gift of green rolling hills.” …
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Time is Not Your Healer | Muti’ah Badruddeen
TW: Death by firearms This week, on another inescapable anniversary, I realise I have spent more of my life without my father than I have lived with him. I want…
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Homecoming | Chinonso Nzeh
1. To be Igbo was to be unsophisticated. It was to etch the language of shame on your skin. It was to shudder, gritting your teeth and curling your toes…
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Sand the Eternal, or the End Unimaginable?: A Commentary on Sarpong Osei Asamoah’s Allusive Splendour in “Sand” | Ancci
Title: Sand Author: S. Asamoah Publication Date: July, 2020 Publisher: Lunaris Review Sarpong Osei Asamoah’s “Sand” alludes to the Bible throughout the treatment of its subject in which the preordained…
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Before the Meal – Coming Alive to Food | Wangũi wa Kamonji
Bless us oh lord, and these thy gifts Which we are about to receive From your bounty Through Christ our Lord I learnt this prayer at a young age in…
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Let Me Tell You How My Father Slowly Turned Me Into a Nervous Wreck | C.S. Hadebe
Son, Maybe it’s a good thing you no longer wish to live with your father. Which child would want to be in a home where a “voetsek!”, or the threat…
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Bad News | Martins Deep
[i] The Dance I let Nigerian Highlife outwill my need to stay in bed. I get up, high on rhythm. I do not know how to call this the quickening…
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