Coastal Forlornness | Frank Njugi
In the salty sea air of Mombasa — on a house at the edge of a tangerine glove, I question the literalism of sadness, how a boy becomes fiend to…
Ndako Na Ngai, or My Home | Laurène Southe
Sometimes, a piece of home lands on the tip of your tongue as it dissolves into smaller pieces of digestible joy – Savory pronounced as pundu or chikwanga. Other times,…
History & Checkpoints | Azaiouris Y. Zeon
for Liberia you have heard of how places open fresh eyes into the body, and built memories next to the mark we gather from the war. you have seen the…
Grace & Remnants | Mathew Daniel
Grace for V after Gbenga Adesina’s Glory grace of the night’s throat, lilies of grace; grace of stars and all their dark matter; grace of the sky’s slow race…
Nostalgia | Inimfon Kufre Inyang-Kpanantia
There isn’t much to say about this room cluttered with books & festering with mosquitoes. The carpet stinks of goat urine & the ceiling might collapse any moment. There isn’t…
Echoing Silence | Abu Ibrahim
My appetite for silence is eating away my tongue Things don’t have to be spoken to be said Things don’t have to be said to be spoken This is how…
Mother [specimen A] & Summary of a Life Briefly Spent
mother [specimen A] take a mother away from a life, put an ear against it hive to hear a loud echo of emptiness. hold it up to the light…
Catharsis | Eniolá Abdulroqeeb Arówólò
i do not intend suffering upon this body; yet, on some occasions, i set the butterflies on fire like one who has developed a propensity for darkness. almost all…
December 16 or the loss of a good name | Emmanuel GG Yamba
Not everything that puts grief into your body will be how ugly a country treats its people. how bullets flew for years and when it landed, a disease outbreak…
Biotic | Adesiyan Oluwapelumi
The wind hosts a funeral. My heart whitewashed in bathwater. I peel clean at the edge of the butcher’s sabre. My haemorrhage blushes. I can’t discern if the air is…