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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

ADEYEYE JAMES OLUWATOBI the sea looked back at me As if it knows the reason I visit every night ii It has studied the map of the world So it…

  OLAJUWON ALHAYTHAM ADEDOKUN   If you have ever watched your city burn, Your dreams will learn to count victims. one, you, two, home, three is your love for home.…

  ABDULAZEEZ SHOMADE a strange sound scoots into my roomshakes my dreamy bed. my eyes twinkles before going back to sleep.again, the sound strikes. this time i’m half-awake struggling to…

  ADESINA AJALA most mornings, i forget to look myself in the mirror—does a boy concern himself with his looks?—forget to let the mirror lure me back into myself. forget…