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Features, Stories and Poems March 2, 2017

Justice | By Edwin Ununuma | A Story

OLE! The sound of condemnation echoed through the streets. Ole! The man in the boxer shorts picked up his pace as he sprinted through the narrow streets chased by a man in a navy suit. The instinct of the people around kicked in. Each one of them had had an encounter with a form of […]

And They Say Dreams Are Meant For Sleeping | By Zulaikhah | African Fiction

“Then she would see a cockroach on her bedroom wall, staring back at her languidly as it cleaned its antennas with long, lavish strokes. The anger would bubble in her throat and her mother’s voice would sing to her from a long gone time.” *** She stood at MMIA, watching her husband go and trying […]

Last Days | By Amynah Dauda | A Story

“Whenever Talatu hears Olo’s name, two things happen: first, she calls her a witch; second, she forgets that we three were once childhood best friends and grew up shaping the same sand.” Isn’t it funny how everything becomes urgent when you have little time to do them? That last project you stayed up all […]

Mama Junior | Uzoamaka Doris Aniunoh | Fiction

“‘You see this front seat?’ she asked, pointing at the car. ‘That front seat belongs to my first son Junior. And if Junior is not there, it belongs to Chuka.” Mama Junior worshipped God in truth and in spirit. She wasn’t always that devoted to the Christian God until she left her husband’s home […]

Love’s Death Call | by Naana Antwi-Larbi | African Fiction

Her messages usually came at 9:00 a.m., 4:00 p.m. and then after 9:00 p.m. Every day without fail. I wondered what job she did, why she chose those hours. What arrangement they had. Tuesday, August 14th, 4:00 p.m.: Miss your fingers. I can almost still feel them inside me. Can’t wait to see you this […]

Hairpin | by Oluwatoke Adejoye | An African Story

Tomilola knew that most times when women caught their husbands cheating, it was either through text messages, discovering a strange female underwear, or a lipstick or foundation stained shirt—as was common in the movies she watched on free nights. In he own case, it was quite different. Lukasz was an artist, and making sketches of his […]