Photo by Mmartin1460 – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0 By the quiet waters of the suburban town of badagry/ there is somewhere called: the point of no return/ slaves that were carted away on wooden vessels beyond that point would never return home again/ I stand at the...
Photo by T. Obi, CC BY-SA 2.0, via Wikimedia Commons This story, as with all stories about apartments in Lagos, begins with a girl searching for home on lost shores and fading highways. And the sellers of the city conning naïve buyers in the streets, drying out...
Photo: Richsoft / Shutterstock.com —a nocturne The clouds move quietly like monks,& a lance of light pierces through themlike stick through suya. Everything is cold even the insides of my mouth. Icelebrate the moss & mosquitoes,each with a separate duty. The...
Roger is skeptical, because the last time he and Sollie drove down to the Cape from Joburg, Sollie flipped his pickup, a brand-new Datsun, almost off a mile-high cliff. After that, they had got smashed out of their minds at some shebeen and had to hitch their way...
Photo by Segunfodeke/ CC BY-SA 3.0 while on a morning walk in Ummuneochi, a western boy called pointing a finger to the sky and says; “Eagle. This bird’s name is eagle.” I look, but the part of the sky is empty.It is gone, he said. That bird is an eagle, that is the...
“Ibadan’running splash of rustand gold-flung and scatteredamong seven hills like brokenChina in the sun.” —John Pepper Clark Bẹẹrẹ Four ways to the homes of warriors, the peak of Màpó,The abandoned palace; they said every Baálẹ̀ has taken palace To their...
