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  “I can paint houses, cars, pots and pans, clothes, floors, furniture, even people. Just name it, I can paint it”, she said proudly in...
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The hospital shouldn’t have felt as grim and soulless as it did, but it felt that way to me. The warm smiles and comforting faces...
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They said when he was born, his cries echoed through the small village of Ideka. It was shrill, piercing. They had never heard anything like...

I’m staring at my reflection in the mirror and can only imagine the amount of girls, women who are like me; struggling and trying to...

I met Ifeanyi in 2016 at the Kenneth Dike Library, University of Ibadan. It was one of those days when I went to the library...

A SHORT FICTION Richard sat on the white, high-backed, plastic chair on the veranda, stretching his injured foot forward and making it parallel with the...
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1 “Selére, hurry up with that basket you’re weaving. I want you to go and buy me a new calabash.” Her mother called out. “Yes,...

                  Oníkálukú jèjé ewúré Ewúré, ewúré Oníkálukú jèjé àgùtàn, Agùtàn bòlòjò Olúrónbí jèjé omo re Omo re...

  She ran through the bush, fighting with the thorns and sticks that blocked her way. Her whole body was on alert, her eyes had...

She called me on phone.A voice from my past.“Daniel i need your help”“How now… been a long time, how may i be of service?” I...

‘…..as I invite on stage, the Author of the award winning Novel, in person of ….’ his voice trailed off amidst the loud hooooos.I approached...

I roll to and fro the wall. It’s the 21st day of lockdown but my body can’t just get used to the wake-eat-sleep routine. I...

Five years old, that was the age Akum was when we lost our dad and when I was born. Mom never failed to mention to...

carry yourself to the oceanthe ground has become too harddrown your yesterdays,baptize their sins– Ijeoma Umebinyuo This morning Ugo fucked me on the kitchen counter...

  That evening at my street was particularly serene. It wasn’t the usual bustles and blaring horns of okadas, it was the young pigs that...
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My heart long for my home sweet home Where the wind of rest abide and the Sun shines mild Home, the cradle of my life...