Editors’ Note
One first issue of 2025 is our fifth. New year, new edition. Hurray! Our writers shop in border towns, take account of a great poet’s long life, show us a newly single woman holidaying in Abidjan. It’s literature again. Why? Well...
In this Issue
She filled in her arrival documents at Abidjan airport, giving a hoot when asked if her luggage bore medicines, pornography, weapons, wondering if her vibrator was classified as such and, if so, in which of these categories.
Medicines, Pornography, Weapons
By Catherine McNamara | Fiction
Margaret, growing used to being single again, booked a holiday in the commonly overlooked West African city that she and her lover had planned to visit before things went pear-shaped.
So You Want Medicine At A Nigerian Teaching Hospital?
By Haruna Solomon Binkam | Essay
The girl on the hospital couch is unconscious. Her husband and the health worker who brought her from the referral hospital…
J.P. Clark: A Poet And His Phases
By Ernest Ogunyemi | Essay
If Nigeria ever happened to anyone, it happened to John Pepper Clark-Bekederemo (1935—2020). He was the type of poet to thrive in an environment where he is…
A Tender Affair
By Demilade Oladapo | Fiction
Someone is cackling in the shower and there’s a racket from the filling station on the next block. While these sounds prickle, they are not so much why Tijani curls up, disturbed, in bed.
How To Buy Goats In Jigawa
By Ridwan Badamasi | Essay
In mid-April, while in Dutse, I went to Maigatari, a border town on the Niger-Nigeria border, to purchase livestock, but first, I was to meet with D., an acquaintance and a middleman. D.
Adagio for Knives
By Prosper Ifeanyi | Poetry
& quite frankly
I myself
thought God hurled
a hand on the road
Mmuta And Other Workshops
By Azubuike Obi | Essay
In the western style of education, you sit in a classroom and you are taught. Your teacher instructs you in the way in which they have…
The Intimacy Of Mourning
By I Echo | Essay
Your phone vibrates in your pocket and you pull it out with a soft drag, afraid it’ll slip out of the soft of your hand onto the hardness of the…