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Features, Stories and Poems, Submission December 15, 2017

Revisiting Childhood | Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau | Poetry

in church today/ the pastor mentioned the twelve ways to burning in hell/ he did not mention love/ i began to remember/ like lost letters finding their way into sentence/ you, falling out of the pores in my body/ on a soft afternoon/ became my heartbeat/ there is something about falling/ about breaking soft stones/ […]

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s Bazaar Short Story Is All Love, Class and Multiculturalism

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s new short story in Harper’s Bazaar, a brief one titled “How Did You Feel About It?,” is all about love, class and multiculturalism. The female narrator is Nigerian, her husband is English, and the rest of the characters are American, Japanese and Italian. The narrator ponders the nature of her relationship with her […]

Being Arab, Muslim and Female in a Post-Trump World | Interview with Leila Chatti, 2017 Brunel Prize Shortlistee

Weeks ago, we announced that Africa in Dialogue had published an e-book of interviews with the ten poets shortlisted for the 2017 Brunel Poetry Prize. The interviews were conducted by the Website’s editor Gaamangwe Joy Mogami and were published in collaboration with Praxis Magazine. We are republishing a few of them. * Leila Chatti is a Tunisian-American poet. She is […]

A Tenderer Blessing | Otosirieze Obi-Young | Fiction

THE university campus in Nsukka was full of ixora, and it was beside one of the trimmed hedges in our Faculty of Arts, stoic, green tables with red blossoms, that Nnaemeka first spoke to me, igniting a friendship that will, as long as I breathe, remain an indelible part of my life. At first, I […]

#CainePrize2017 | Review of Arinze Ifeakandu’s “God’s Children Are Little Broken Things” | By Kelechi Njoku

As you probably already know, the Caine Prize for African Writing shortlist is out. It’s created quite a lot of buzz and excitement in the last few days. While we are still celebrating with the shortlistees, we also think it’s time to get serious and talk about these stories. Are they any good? What is […]

Anonymous | Two Poems by Hauwa

anonymous in a blanklet, muffled like shame or oxygen in an inhaler: a woman balled into the size of anguish —small and infinitely boundless still— a stream of fire running directly beneath her skin. her thighs too are pressed into a man’s memory, the memory that was not first a moment. […]

Wind | By Ayoola Goodness | Poetry

because of you i have learnt how to make rainbows with my eyes. my eyes tossing the sun. but they do not last. the sun burns my eyes. i hear your name in the wind. i want to pick it. i pick your name. like magic. cold. it slips through the spaces between my fingers. […]

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. […]