The position of their body on the bed was an art. How they had made life and death so poetic and meaningful.
Read MoreAnd he turned and walked deep into the forest, the protector that would never be seen or known, but eternally present.
Read MoreFour flash fictions on life as a black foreigner in South Africa.
Read MoreThe sage said it is the bittersweet taste of life/ But we have never tasted the sweet
Read MoreExamining the roles of feminist women during the #EndSARS protests in Nigeria
Read MoreThe decision by “rebellious” African writers like Ngugi wa Thiong'o to divorce themselves completely—in action, word and deed—from all that is Western in orientation sparks a debate as to whether “moderate” writers like the late Chinua Achebe can be categorised as apologists or pragmatists.
Read MoreA poem on Africa by Yewande Adebowale
Read MoreAbdulrahman’s satire on #EndSARS paints a history of bad governance in Nigeria.
Read MoreBut specially, I pray for the people of Malawi especially those of Mtengowathenga parish, whom I cannot wait to see again.
Read MoreWhen I spoke to my colleague in Nigeria, he mentioned an increasing belief that the virus is a problem only among the elites in Nigeria and, possibly, Africa.
Read MoreIf we can kill ikwerekwere, we can kill any man, including our brother. In fact, we have killed our brother. Who then is safe?
Read MorePoetry | Yvonne Nezianya | Nigeria
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Read MoreIt is this faithfulness to the African tongue that sets Ngugi apart from his bourgeois peers like Wole Soyinka.
Read MoreEveryone is fighting for relevance in a world of irrelevance. We let so many die of hunger and thirst today, so we may fill our bellies with wine and steak tomorrow.
Read MoreA poem by U.A Edwardson on Africa
Read MoreI guess that there were others on this train who have spoken little more than a few words in their lives to people who look like me.
Read MoreA poem by Yvonne Nezianya
Read MoreIn one story, a woman walks into a river to drown. In another one, a man leaves his partner, goes back to the village to a home that had stopped being home, and becomes mad. It’s all fear and flight.
Read MoreIt was in actively becoming involved with the feminist movement that I began to really see the many misconceptions of the movement that people had.
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