Blac’ Tax

Blac’ Tax

My mother does not believe in God anymore. She said he was quiet when her husband gave up his job at Dinah and followed another woman home.

A Different Kind of Bliss

A Different Kind of Bliss

Happiness and Iroegbunam were on a bus headed for her father’s hometown. She imagined that she was Mary on the run to Egypt to save Baby Jesus.

Cracks Tend to Widen

Cracks Tend to Widen

They didn’t let him play with the other children in the compound, didn’t let him do any strenuous activity. But these precautions didn’t stop Ekene from dying in his sleep.

Instant Coffee

By Amanda Nechesa You grow up in this interior village in Kakamega, and the only time you hear the word coffee is when you’re playing the rope game of tea and coffee. Two girls swing the rope on each side, singing in Swahili: between tea and coffee which one do you...

Music Is The Balm That Soothes The Soul

By Ezioma Kalu Heartbreak is painful, sure, I believe. But have you ever plugged your phone at night with the conviction it’d be completely charged by dawn, and when morning greets you like a curtsying teenager, you find out it’s exactly at the point you left it the...