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A Frog’s Home is Called a Pond

I know you grew up on the streets, that you feel the streets made you, that you are now the streets, maybe just a human version. I know that when you were younger, death led your parents along and your relatives rejected you saying you were bad omen, that whenever you passed something gets missing. Read more about A Frog’s Home is Called a Pond[…]

Written by:Bryan Okwesili

The Atro(City) of Lagos

Smoke billows here. Not the fumes that we inhale; the dark breath that paints our lungs black. Smoke – oily whispers – blown up our asses by the sweet lips of trad-clad rulers of might and power. Smoke – the poisoned gas of promise; the helium of hope that tickles us into temporary laughter. The Read more about The Atro(City) of Lagos[…]

Written by:Abimbola Alaba

Slim Fit (A short-story compendium of the everyday life of an average thin girl)

I study my frame in the mirror. My body has begun giving me the false hope it does every now and then. The first places that deceive me that I may be putting on some weight, are my hips and cheeks — not my derrière as you might imagine, but the cheeks that guard my Read more about Slim Fit (A short-story compendium of the everyday life of an average thin girl)[…]

Written by:Irene Ibiwari-Ikiriko