Tag Archives: Loss

“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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Homecoming | By Dami Lare | A Mosaic of Torn Places

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In May, we published A Mosaic of Torn Places, an anthology of stories by young Nigerian writers. Dami Lare’s “Homecoming” […]

Opportunity for African Writers | Enter for the 2018 Costa Short Story Award

The 2018 Costa Short Story Award is open for submissions. Founded in 2012 and funded by Costa Coffee, the £3,500 award […]

EVENT: Binyavanga Wainaina to Speak at University of the Witwatersrand

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Binyavanga Wainaina will be speaking at the University of the Witwatersrand, Johannesburg. He will be in conversation with the researcher […]

On Cultural Constraints on Human Rights | Interview with Farah Ahamed, Winner of the 2017 Gerald Kraak Award

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Days ago, we announced that Africa in Dialogue has published an e-book of interviews with the twelve writers and photographers […]

Opportunity for African Writers | Enter for This £30,000 Short Story Award

Submissions have begun for the 2018 Sunday Times EFG Short Story Award. Founded in 2010 and run by The Society of […]

On Helen Oyeyemi | An Essay

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It was Helen Oyeyemi who first made me realize what I’d always found dissatisfying about short stories. A short story […]