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Upon Waking | By Kirby Mania | Poetry

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In the morning I write you love letters, Letters that tell how I dream of you Pen to paper prolonging these sweet invented singular memories. By afternoon the pages sweat with risk of the plural Apostrophes implicating and vowels incriminated against consonants fearing circulation In the evening reduced They are all but one dimensional folly Attempts, callow […]

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I Had a Real Dream | By Okuwoga Eyimofe | African Poetry

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And there was light To illuminate my inward mind And there was light To prove its incandescent kind. But this dream had become incongruous Or was it I who was ignorant? Ignorant of the kingship of dreams to reality And its transcending power To the messages I transceive To illuminate my one eyed perspective. And […]

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Excuse My Feminism | By Chrystal Omany | A Poem

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Excuse me, but That’s me trying to be polite, isn’t it? If not, I’m rude, I’m a mean girl And you don’t want anything to do with me. Excuse me, but Would you be okay with me wearing this tonight? Because society now makes decisions on MY wardrobe, and whether my flattering jeans are slutty or not. Excuse me, […]

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One Day I Will Write About This City in Flowery Words | By Basit Jamiu | A Memoir

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  “Forgive me if what has seemed little to you, to me is all.” Jose Saramago *** THE FIRST TIME I watched a scene in October 1, that brilliant movie by Kunle Afolayan, where one of the characters vehemently made a remark that he was the one who constructed the Lokoja road but Awolowo and […]

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The Other Woman | by Adaeze Amaka | An African Story

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Chioma sat at a far corner of the room. Her disheveled hair appeared thin at the edge. Her legs were stretched in front of her, criss-crossed like those of a penitent worshipper. She propped her head against the wall and peered at a band of spiders weaving cobwebs on the corrugated iron sheets. Occasionally, the […]

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I hold a doctorate in English from Duke University and recently joined the Marquette University English faculty as an Assistant Professor. I love teaching African fiction and contemporary British novels. Brittle Paper is the virtual space/station where I play and experiment with ideas on how to reinvent African fiction and literary culture.

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A Letter of Secrets | By Nwanne Agwu | Fiction

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On the streets of Lagos, a boy searches for himself in mirrors. — Romeo Oriogun. Saturday, 01 April, 2017 Dear […]

Opportunity for African Writers | Submit to CODE’s 2017 Burt Award for African Young Adult Literature

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CODE have made a call for submissions to its 2017 Burt Award for African Young Adult Literature. The award replaces the […]

Wind | By Ayoola Goodness | Poetry

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because of you i have learnt how to make rainbows with my eyes. my eyes tossing the sun. but they […]

Sarah Ladipo Manyika’s Like a Mule Bringing Ice Cream to the Sun “Briefly Noted” in The New Yorker

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Sarah Ladipo Manyika’s second novel, Like a Mule Bringing Ice Cream to the Sun, has been featured in The New […]

Dear Ms. Paper: Why Does Yaa Gyasi’s Homegoing Bother Me So Much?

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 Dear Ms. Paper I found Gyasi’s Homegoing a dizzying, confusing wreck of a novel. It felt like way too many […]