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Features, Stories and Poems, Submission 2017/10/25

For What Are Butterflies Without Their Wings? | Troy Onyango | Fiction

Troy Onyango’s “For What Are Butterflies Without Their Wings?” won the fiction prize at the inaugural Nyanza Literary Festival in 2016. * It was she, the girl whom everyone called Girl as if she didn’t have a name of her own, who first came and told me we had lost you. Those were her exact […]

He Was Delayed | By Miriam Jerotich | Fiction

“…she was bored of working in a nursing home, taking care of the old who refused to die.” They first saw each other seven years ago, outside the US embassy in Gigiri, on one of those early Nairobi mornings when you were not quite sure whether it would rain or whether the sun would rise. […]

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

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 […]

November 1, 2015 | By Michael Inioluwa Oladele | A Story

“We both always thought I would be the one to die first. The reasons were obvious. I was the one with asthma who carried an inhaler about.” The day you died, nothing strange happened. It was a day like every other day. The sun rose at the right time. Everything happened as it was […]

The Final Portrait of A Dead Artist | By Romeo Oriogun | Poetry

“…the smell of turpentine fills the air as he paints the sea into a man.” I hear it from afar, the thought coming thread by thread into a new city and this time it is Benin, a city of blood cuddled with mother’s breath. I know I should leave this city, this life, this […]

The Public Execution | by Olisa Onyekaonwu | African Fiction

“…long after the van had taken off…the cry of the prisoner still hovered in the air, like the aroma of absent food.” Weariness descended on Ejindu like drizzles, slowly flushing out the leftover strength in him. It was this sense of crippling exhaustion that sickens you; that, like a duster making a smooth passage […]

Ripples | by Miracle Amaka Nwokedi | African Fiction

“Unlike most mothers in Umuona, Mama did not possess that inner eyes of a mother to make out her daughter’s apprehensive disposition.” *** TREES DANCED as the wind whooshed by objects in Umuona. Giggles and screams of naked children hung in the air. Mama’s voice hung in the air too. Loud. Brash. Almost swallowing that […]

When Days Turn Grey | by Mugendi Evans | African Fiction

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 […]