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The 2018 Brittle Paper Award for Poetry: Meet the 6 Finalists

The shortlists for the 2018 Brittle Paper Awards were announced in October. Begun in 2017 to mark our seventh anniversary, the Awards aim to recognize the finest, original pieces of writing by Africans published online. The $1,100 prize is split across five categories: the Brittle Paper Award for Fiction ($200), the Brittle Paper Award for Poetry ($200), the Brittle Paper Award for Creative Nonfiction ($200), the Brittle […]

The 2018 Brittle Paper Awards: Announcing the Shortlists

We are delighted to announce the shortlists for the 2018 Brittle Paper Awards. Begun in 2017 to mark our seventh anniversary, the Awards aim to recognize the finest, original pieces of writing by Africans published online. The $1,100 cash prize is split across five categories: the Brittle Paper Award for Fiction ($200), the Brittle Paper Award […]

Pwaangulongii Dauod Is the 2018 Winner of the Gerald Kraak Award

Nigeria’s Pwaangulongii Dauod has won the 2018 Gerald Kraak Award for his fierce nonfiction piece, “Africa’s Future Has No Space for Stupid Black Men.” A shortlist of 15 artists and 22 pieces of journalism, fiction, nonfiction, photography, and poetry had been announced in December of last year. Founded in 2016 by the Jacana Literary Foundation and […]

The Brittle Paper Digest: 79 Notable Pieces of 2017

It isn’t that time of the year when we look back on what happened in it—that time is December, and this is February. But a delay in releasing this list seemed inevitable for a year that, on several levels, saw our literary culture expand. Organisations took groundbreaking steps: in March, Jalada Africa held a 12-city, […]

Boy with the Flying Cheekbones | By Sarah Lubala | An African Poem

Dear Théophile i imagine your bed stills smells like burnt sugar and keen aching i cannot cross the threshold that room is steeped in a fever so ravenous it devours the air lately, i’ve been thinking about all the hungers in men’s chests because something about absence and the heart growing fonder Dear Théophile, you […]

6 Errant Thoughts On Being a Refugee | by Sarah Lubala | African Poetry

1 on the worst of my days this body is a gimcrack-vessel no more than two lungs and a tremor nailed to salvaged wood 2 grief traveled with me across the Ubangi river i prayed love and all her cognates on the passage over: libet (to please) lips (to be needed) lyp (to beg) i […]