So when I came back, everyone decided I was foreign – and not just because my accent was thick and…
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In 2016, my body is still a battlefield Bloody, lying, a lying carcass, they always tell me I am lying…
The fat graduand. The laughing ugly girl. But you would have laughed it off. And your father wouldn’t have stormed…
I am not sorry anymore, world. The internet you shoved down my throat And the grotesque knowledge you dropped Onto…
Oh to be young and 24 In love and confused ‘Child’ on the inside ‘Adult’ on the outside Sure, yet…
Let them come let them go If they ask let them know Sometimes you don’t get to choose Sometimes It…
To the dude that entered the elevator after me, I’m sorry. The silent breath of death that escaped my pants…
https://soundcloud.com/echezonachukwu-nduka/listen-spoken-word Listen. That night I walked away from Your queries and accusing eyes, The flap-flap sound of my slippers…
In her debut historical novel, Black Mamba Boy, Somali novelist, Nadifa Mohamed follows the story of Jama which begins in…
all cities yield their grammar, even Nairobi, sixteen years on. i have learnt the concrete nouns of places, the conjunctions…
I love the rawness of the beginning When I can see your heart in your throat every time you want…
‘A Room With A Drowning Book’ is a the winning poem by Adeeko Ibukun (Nigeria) that carried home the trophy at the Babishai…