By Jimoh Abdullah & though I have lived so long in darkness,tonight I climb out of the cave to look upat the moonlit sky that sees me first and smilesGod knows, happiness and the sky long to see melike villagers yearning for the moon to step outTonight I smelt my...
By Khanya Mtshali He brought an honesty to work deemed unskilled and menial. A self-respect that towered over the egos of overlords occupying fancy positions, in a hierarchy of thanklessness. He had to work. As a younger man, he preferred the solitary jobs that kept...
Musa Abduljalal Aliyu My brother, held tight to his belief like a limpet holding onto algae, chewing it off a hard rock. So when he joined Boko Haram, we only saw it on the leaf he left us that read: I have left to strive in the path of my Lord. Ya Ilahi, I...
By Nurain Ọládèjì A child’s need to be chased, to hide and be found time and again, is why my father is the ghost stalking my dreams. When I was a child, hunting for where to hide and wait for my friends to seek, I found, inside an abandoned yard with an unfinished...