Why fit in if I lose myself?
Read MoreThe room felt as if the earth had veered off its axis. The fan yet swirled. And Alice’s heart beat erratically in her chest. She had a voice, but she seemed to have lost it.
Read MoreI walked around the casket and saw Grandma’s distorted body.
Read MoreThere were fat men, enormous men, short men, men with bald heads, men with full beards, and gaunt, ashen men. They all had one thing in common. Seated or standing, they had their legs splayed and were contorted in various stages of pain, their expressions a montage of horrors.
Read MoreI wonder if I could pray for it, but would God honour a prayer of death?
Read MoreAni Kayode Somtochukwu on his writing
Read MoreA conversation with Alex Kadiri, 2023 Afritondo Short Story Prize shortlist
Read MoreIn this interview, Ayo Awoyungbo talks about writing, his writing process and getting shortlisted for the 2023 Afritondo Short Story Prize
Read MoreJenny Robson was shortlisted for the 2023 Afritondo Short Story Prize. In this interview, she talks about writing and her short story, The Sister-in-law.
Read MoreEnit’Ayanfe Ayosojumi Akinsanya, shortlisted for the 2023 Afritondo Short Story Prize, talks about writing his story story, The Anatomy Of Flying Things
Read MoreI was a simple child then. Intelligent, but simple. I knew I wasn’t like most boys my age. I didn’t like football, nor did I enjoy fighting. I was called a girl so much I’m surprised it didn’t become a nickname.
Read MoreAlabi’s face began to take on a malevolent contour, but then he got a grip on himself. The poor boy was not responsible for his problems.
Read MoreI want them/to break and contort, come alive with a/fire that cannot be quenched
Read MoreThe shortlist for the 2023 Afritondo Short Story Prize
Read MoreAs we celebrate International Women’s Day, we appreciate some of the amazing women we have worked with in the last few years. At Afritondo, we champion the works of African women and will continue to do so.
Read MoreI think of her eyes, wet, as they bade me goodbye from the neighbourhood we shared for a year. A proximity that had made my night visits possible, spontaneous.
Read MoreWe let silence speak the words our mouth cannot; we let it tell the tales of her pleas and my forgiveness. Mayme might have been my citizenship insurance at first, but now, she is my wife, the woman I love.
Read MoreWinner of the Afritondo Short Story Prize 2020.
Read Moreevery eye holds a picture of the / sea angrily beating its shore
Read MoreI was surprising even myself with all this wisdom. I guess beauty has a way of bringing out the best things in us.
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