Stories take us on boundless journeys into complex lives, into the depths of human emotions, on thrilling adventures, across exciting new terrains. “If you want to know a country read its writers"
- Aminata Forna-.
The sun burns your dark skin, and the loud fuji music blasting from the speakers makes your ears bleed. "This or...Read more
If Ahmed had known, if only he had known. The morning of the presidential election dawned grey as if in the tentative...Read more
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust," the Pastor said in our dialect. I mulled over the implications, the finality of...Read more
Sneeze! A little action that involves expelling mucus filled with irritants from the nasal cavities. A little...Read more
I draw my jacket closer to my dry skin that should, by now, be invaded with goosebumps, and my gaze...Read more
'I am lonely'. Suddenly the air becomes too heavy, and your nostrils flare in a struggle to breathe. You see...Read more
My father told me stories of greasy afros and dusty feet, smooth leather shoes, quaking hips, beer foam and love...Read more
When Malam Salisu died three months ago, he came back two days later. I saw them bury him, shrouded...Read more
The night the first rains came was when I finally found the courage to tell Chike that he was going to be a father...Read more
The year was 1966. The country had just experienced its first coup. The nation was tumbling from its roots...Read more
Maybe not everyone, but after losing somebody dear, most people want their consolers to...Read more
I sought the feeling of pain, So I punctured my ears and nose and wore golden stars on them had dark lines...Read more
In the first days after Funmi ended things, you simply refused to believe that it was nothing more than another fight...Read more
When the time came for you to entangle yourself with the affairs of this world, Mummy wasn't readyRead more
This window seat is perfect, though dusty it may be, To look outside at wandering souls and think...Read more
When Obinna died, the big, ugly clock in the sitting room did not stop ticking. It would beat for five more...Read more
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