So when I came back, everyone decided I was foreign - and not just because my accent was thick and faltering over the sir that we were supposed to call Mr Iddi, instead of sah,...

In 2016, my body is still a battlefield Bloody, lying, a lying carcass, they always tell me I am lying Even when what happened happened to me They always say it was someone...

The fat graduand The laughing ugly girl But you would have laughed it off And your father wouldn’t have stormed into college, with plain clothes policemen No arresting a...

I am not sorry anymore, world The internet you shoved down my throat And the grotesque knowledge you dropped Onto my stunting spine taught me that To be a woman, my forte...

Oh to be young and 24 In love and confused ‘Child’ on the inside ‘Adult’ on the outside Sure, yet unsure Of a future well thought out Which now crumbles beneath your...

Let them come let them go If they ask let them know Sometimes you don't get to choose Sometimes It is ours to lose Were it less than life and miles that ran between us...

To the dude that entered the elevator after me, I'm sorry The silent breath of death that escaped my pants into the tiny gas chamber I left you in, was unfair and unwarranted...

  https://soundcloudcom/echezonachukwu-nduka/listen-spoken-word Listen That night I walked away from Your queries and accusing eyes, The flap-flap sound of my...

n her debut historical novel, Black Mamba Boy, Somali novelist, Nadifa Mohamed follows the story of Jama which begins in the Yemeni port city of Aden Jama loses his mother at a...

all cities yield their grammar, even Nairobi, sixteen years on i have learnt the concrete nouns of places, the conjunctions of fly-overs, along Thika Road, Jogoo, Uhuru...