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Features, Lit Scene, News 2018/04/06

Brunel Prize 2018 Poems Review | Part 2: Hiwot Adilow and Michelle Angwenyi

Last week, we announced our inaugural Brunel Prize Poems Review Series. Our reviews of the poems shortlisted for the 2018 Brunel International African Poetry Prize began with readings of entries by Nour Kamel and Gbenga Adeoba. It continues with readings of entries by Hiwot Adilow and Michelle Angwenyi, by Brittle Paper writer Kanyinsola Olorunninsola. HIWOT ADILOW Hiwot Adilow […]

Brunel Prize 2018 Poems Review | Part 1: Nour Kamel and Gbenga Adeoba

Last week, we announced our inaugural Brunel Prize Poems Review Series. Our reviews of the poems shortlisted for the 2018 Brunel International African Poetry Prize begins with readings of entries by Nour Kamel and Gbenga Adeoba, by Brittle Paper writer Kanyinsola Olorunninsola. NOUR KAMEL Nour Kamel is a writer based in Cairo, Egypt. She also […]

Afrobeat Broke My Heart | By Kanyinsola Olorunnisola | Poetry

Sometimes I wake up and my body tastes like rum; that is how you know I have gone looking for love again from women who do not know how to exist in daylight. That is not the point. Those mornings when my head hurts from a hangover and my splintered heart gathers itself back into […]

Dystopia Takes Centre Stage in Nnedi Okorafor’s Al Jazeera Interview

Dystopian fiction has become increasingly popular among African readers. The success of such writers as Nnedi Okorafor, Khaled Towfik, Lauren Beukes, and Dayo Adewunmi Ntwari shows that African writers are responding to this interest. So when Al Jazeera held a talkshow featuring four artist exploring dystopian aesthetic forms: Ron Charles, Marie Lu, Fabrice Monteiro and […]

New Generation | By Kanyinsola Olorunnisola | An African Poem

two languages war for the attention of our tongue, foreign cities take shelter in our ever-willing eyes, we carry another man’s history on our bald heads, our native prayers are sent to shrines of alien gods, the disappointment of a new note after a caesura. though life is cruel to black boys like our […]