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Features, Lit Scene 2017/03/13

“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 […]

Which God Did You Dream Of? | Gaamangwe Joy Mogami | Poetry

You won’t remember but the women Hollowed out the starved moons Out of the bleed-through of the Girl in the dream. You are her, and when you are her, Your skin is blind, And the buried humans inside you wake, Illuminating the days of harvest. There is a harvest of the dream of scars, Where […]

Greying | by Ama Udofa | African Poetry

When death wrung the lights out of your eyes, dear child, Mother nature became dumb— struck by the acres of silence between us. The clouds have since turned grey and horizons now bleed. Light rays are trapped in dusty dusks And the skies weep. Our history has become history, memories greyed Into nothingness. Our […]

Ways of Remembering

I had a good dream today. It put me in a good mood. I smiled and chuckled all day. In fact, there’s still some leftover glint in my eyes even though it’s been hours since I first open them to the waking world. It’s funny ’cause I woke up doubting, not sure that I had […]

Sebald’s Austerlitz

Apart from the fact that the entire novel is one long paragraph, Austerlitz is also a novel that does not want to be a novel. Is it a mock-biography? A picture book of sorts? A reflection on architecture, time, and memory? It’s really hard to say. One thing that is certain however is that whatever […]

A Guide to the Postcolony

If after a hundred years of colonial quibbling, the past is fragmented beyond recognition and leaves nothing to be remembered in its purity, just stick to your guns and remember the evils done to you and your people. That’s how nations are born. Just don’t forget to forget the evils you and your people inflicted […]