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“I died but I am not dead” | Funmi Iyanda’s Tribute to Her Mother is Heartbreaking and Beautiful

Funmi Iyanda’s mother, Yetunde Arigbabu

It is women’s history month, and the beauty and magic of mother-daughter relationships is on our minds. A few days ago, Nigerian media personality Funmi Iyanda posted a heartbreakingly beautiful piece on her mother who she hasn’t seen for the past few decades. The essay is built around the uncertainties surrounding her mother’s absence in […]

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A Duet of the Going and the Gone | by Moyosore Orimoloye | African Poetry

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Kaka said a small pine tree sprouted from the interment of her father. The tree broke through the thin concrete atop the front-door grave, life from death. Kaka said at night, when the small generator coughs to a stop, she hears the whistling of the pine, the way it pierces the newborn silence, reminding her […]

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World in Ruins | By Vasily Mikhailovich Doestovski | African Poetry

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Today, I saw day, Turn to night. I saw blood, From my sister’s vagina, Streaming down her… Her precious thighs. I saw Father, With a rod in hand, He had struck Mother twice and, Was going for the third. I saw Brother, He lay still—heart stopped Six shiny golden objects pumped into his body. Blood […]

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When Days Turn Grey | by Mugendi Evans | African Fiction

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SEATED on four acres of lush green grass was a huge brick house that he called home. The red tiles baking in the sun a testimony of its magnificence. The huge mahogany doors with exotic carvings on them radiating exquisiteness.The interior decor did not disappoint; the tasteful colors the walls were bathed in gave the […]

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A Keeper’s World

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If the finder does not know whose it is, he takes it to the baron who is called Bularguchi, which is as much to say ‘keeper of lost property.” For, I would have you know that, if anyone finds a horse or a sword or a hawk or anything else and cannot discover the owner, […]

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When Being Lost Is The Only Way To Live

There are those for whom being lost is the only way to live. They do not want to be found by others. They would rather live in the dark bowels of the earth, eat manure and slake the thirst of their dangling tongue from the dew that fall off the flowers of evil. These men […]

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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 Narrative of Home and Longing | Review of Inua Ellams #Afterhours | By Billie McTernan

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Akwaeke Emezi Awarded the 2017 Commonwealth Short Story Prize for Africa Region

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#LetRomeoBreathe: How Young Nigerian Writers Pushed Back against Violent Homophobia

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It began hours after the Brunel Prize was awarded to Romeo Oriogun on 2 May. Amidst the explosion of cheers, […]

Opportunity for Nigerian Writers | Enter for the Okike Prize for Literature

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Another prize awarding literary excellence has surfaced. The Okike Prize for Literature is a new initiative promoting writing by Nigerian […]

An Evening of African Literature | Photos From Abubakar Ibrahim and Sarah L. Manyika’s Washington, DC Reading

It is always a delightful treat to hear African writers in conversation with each other. A few weeks ago, I […]