In Leave

By Fatihah Quadri Èjìrẹ́, Aráìsokún, ẹdunjobi, Ọmọ ẹdun tí ń ṣeré orí-igi. Ọ̀kan ni mo bèrè, èjì ló wọlé tọ̀ mí wá. You were asleep when you were born, in my hand, your reflection split into two. The men who were hired to forsake your silence brought drums & took...

Joy is Coming

By Jimoh Abdullah & though I have lived so long in darkness, tonight I climb out of the cave to look up at the moonlit sky that sees me first and smiles God knows, happiness and the sky long to see me like villagers yearning for the moon to step out Tonight I...

The Journeyman

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...

Portraiture of Belief Eating at the Flesh of a Man’s Reasoning

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...

My Father Renamed Himself

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...

Mourning

A few hours later, you were trying to rebuke grief. You smiled, leg-working, lori iro…