By Som Adedayor 1. It was evening and the matches were over when you came to me beside the goal post. The sky had emptied itself of the sun. Darkness had poured into the atmosphere like dye into water. And the houses around the stadium had put on their bulbs and...
By Ernest Ogunyemi 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 unbound to an allegiance—to state, tribe, or ideological position—beyond language and the...
By Haruna Solomon Binkam UPDATE I – PATIENT’S FOLDER Emergency Ward, May 2023 The girl on the hospital couch is unconscious. Her husband and the health worker who brought her from the referral hospital stand by the lobby’s door. Modupe, Gbenga, and I make up the...
By Prosper Ifeanyi & quite frankly I myself thought God hurled a hand on the road to cause this much panic on a hundred vehicles— & He said: not me, I have no hand in the making of pale daylight & jagged roads. & I believed him. I believed, for once,...
By Azubuike Obi An act of translation is nothing more than the act of betrayal. – F. KUANG I In Igbo, Mmụta means learning. But it is so much more than that. In the...
