Listen. the trees do not grow because there is an abundance of growing tied to the waist of the universe Or, the tortoise taking its unhurried, indecisive steps, believing so…

Poetry reading by Uche Anaekwe When you are dying, the electric snow of oblivion falls slowly on the soft apricot pores of the brain that is growing cold. The snowfall…

It’s not an it and neither am I. Nature is a verb, I am a doing. I’m done with it. It is half of the shit we do to us.…

Words fall off this knitting needle as I spin a yarn of moonlit memories the stitches keep growing larger and before I know I have spun myself a sweater made…

Two three-storey buildings having a street              splinter them like a sternum dividing the ribs, peer into the eyes of each other with                       candidness. I live in one of them, the…

Two years after Tal Afar’s liberation from ISIS, Zhiyan, the young woman who survived the most brutal attack, painted a disturbing portrait of a group of girls. The crimson-red slams…

“I came here because Ghanaians are having difficulties and suffering. It is my responsibility to try and help because if it is a question of counting who votes for me…