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Features, Stories and Poems March 7, 2017

A Duet of the Going and the Gone | by Moyosore Orimoloye | African Poetry

Kaka said a small pine tree sprouted from the interment of her father. The tree broke through the thin concrete atop the front-door grave, life from death. Kaka said at night, when the small generator coughs to a stop, she hears the whistling of the pine, the way it pierces the newborn silence, reminding her […]

Our Dream Child Enthroned | by Vusumuzi D.S Makhub | African Poetry

I am half asleep and half awake. I am half dead and half alive, Half full and half empty; Half Mankind and half beast… I feel incomplete… There is a part of me that is thirsty Another part of me that hates water, Coz the world of water in the womb Became your chosen tomb. […]

Perfect Send Off | by Margaret Muthee | An African Story

The moment the rain hit the ground, Sifa knew the rest of the event would be a disaster. There was something about how the raindrops kissed the earth, violently like a jilted lover forcefully seeking a reunion. Soon, it raged, beating on everyone and everything. The pearl colored coffin lying half open was not spared. Its […]

In Nnedim’s Hut | by Amaka Anozie | An African Story

A sniff… More sniffs. Suddenly the chit-chat ceased; the smiles froze. We were close to the Okorocha centre of Amauju, a short distance from our house. Next minute ‘small brother’ was on the sandy floor of our outer compound wailing his lungs out. ‘Ndo, ndo’ filled the air. ‘Sorry, sorry,’ they consoled in our typical […]

Tears for Dare Amuda | by Omoya Simult | An African Story

Somehow, as I lie supine on this bed tonight, with my head propped up by a pillow, I remember the first time I cried because of you. And no, on that day, the tears did not fall in torrents. It was a noiseless sorrow: no whimper, no wail.I was on this same bed, in this […]

Will You Hug Me Again? | by Sylva Nze Ifedigbo | An African Story

Nne my love, Before the sun sets today, you will be my wife. It’s a day we both looked forward to, the talks of which always brightened your face and made your eyes glitter. I always planned it to be a big occasion. It is. My kinsmen have come colorfully dressed, led by drummers from […]

Incense | by Hauwa | An African Story

In all the dreams I have had of my brother, Nur, he is dressed the same way as the last time I saw him in real life— twenty years ago. I summon that day every day of my life since he left home. And though it has been two decades, the only thing time has […]

Fanta | By Mwinji Siame | An African Story

Everything was broken. The coffee table which doubled as a dresser and the cream clock radio with its wires sticking out clumsily at the socket perched on top of it. The windows that had been patched up with cardboard were now bare, and the door with no door knob hung from its hinge. Everything that […]