What the Witchdoctors Say – Poems by Konye Obaji Ori
Secret of the Sun Raised by the bare bones of nature’s grace, my home held hands with the feral forest, where nature hid her gold. I have heard palm trees whisper their stories I have listened to the...
View ArticleMissing a thing of beauty – Poems by Abigail George
Closed spaces This is life – There are no children on the playground Only empty bullets and gang warfare. – (c) By Abigail George I am an African I am an African A jewel in the dust Oceans apart from...
View ArticleInsomnia – A Short Story by G.O. Òshó-Davies
The silence that now reigns is a great contrast to the general situation that pervaded a few hours before. No mortal can be seen in sight and the only sign people inhabited the place recently are the...
View ArticleAnifowoshe Ibrahim: Insomnia
…I touched his hands. He jerked away from me with a force embodying the discomposure of nightmares. INSOMNIA Sleep, I think, is what I’m most scared of. I practice insomnia for the fear of...
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