African Literature and Lifestyle in One Pot
At first, you had no intention of attending the ceremony. Mama, your mother, had said it was a bad omen for the old to bury the young. Kasham was just 15 years old. But it was, after all, an accident and she was family,…
A Body in Pain: ‘I thought I would never write this story,’ with these words Akachi Chukwuemeka begins his masterpiece ’16 Notes on How To End a Life’. I too thought I would never write this piece. I have had this idea for a…
Sans my consent they brought me here And without my notice they left Leaving me at the mercy of this cruel world To embrace its harsh reality The Lord is thy mother; so they said A good morning peck from the Lord; I still await…
ACT 1 SCENE I Henry tosses his iPhone on the bed and sighs as he moves, discouraged, to his wardrobe to throw on a shirt… (His phone starts ringing.) Henry: (sighs, taking the call) Where you de keep phone, guy? I don de call-call you.…
1. “What would you do if you were made the leader of this land for a day?” I’ve always heard that question go around, and boy have I heard different answers to it. People always talking about how they’d change the economic system or upgrade…
To vanish is not to not be in existence. It is simply the state of not being, like the kiss of the morning’s first dew drop or the wink of the evening’s last ray of light, it is simply to not be. To vanish…
I waited for you to come Like all the other days Waiting for you to crouch beside me Listening to the silence Filled with words I’ll never say Our conversations are comfortable I can hide and refuse to meet your eyes Which never seek mine…
Ok, I agree Things don’t always work out, Everyone gets broken That’s life, You hate, regret, and block out others, Remember to cry, shout, scream, And just let the pain out, Death is never an option, Nothing can be fixed, When you are six feet…
Did I ever tell you Why I love the sunset I see a plethora of colors on you The orange sparkles on your wrinkles The yellow smudge on your teeth It is same as sunrise I have watched it on you Glowing softly on your…
I want to write about grief i I want to write about grief, about my mother who whittles her bones into crackers to feed us on hungry nights, about my father who turned into a wind in Sahara through the fangs of death, about my…
