Domestic Accident – Chizitere Madeleine Nwaemesi
Chizitere Madeleine Nwaemesi is a Nigerian writer whose works have been published by Isele Magazine, African Writer Magazine, The Shallow Tales Review…
Catching the Wind – Theophilus Mshelia Sokuma
1 Bolaji showed me pictures of his mother the first week we started dating. We were seated side by side on a blue sofa in the living room of his flat in Surulere. The sky had been holding imminent rain…
A Song for Sundays – Vrinda Chopra
There is only so much that algorithms and memories can tell you. My Spotify tells me that this month Keane’s ‘Somewhere Only We Know’ is the song I have listened to the most. Spotify tells me my mood is mellow,…
Chameleon – Adesiyan Oluwapelumi
A chameleon camouflages into its environment as a means of defence. And remarkably, the substance of its presence smothers into a film of illusion. I am a chameleon. It was my first day in elementary school. I remember it vividly…
Nanny Burrows’s Potions – Ian Douglas Robertson
The summer holidays had come at last and I couldn’t wait to get out on the farm. Jimmy Comerton had commandeered three of the men to help him dip the two hundred and fifty sheep we had at the time….
Say My Name When The Crow Call – Oluwabunmi Adaramola
Sisi Jókò began bringing me leftover Ofada rice morsels wrapped in Agidi leaves–perhaps remnants from what her mother had managed to sell that day–in the third hour since Uncle Túndùn locked me away. The walls holding me captive were as…
Drowning Myself – Haliru Ali Musa
This is my seventh day in the shower, attempting to wash away the sorrows of losing my lover. The hot water streams down, but it can’t cleanse the memories. It wasn’t always like this. I remember the first time I…
Venn Diagram – Abasi-maenyin Esebre
It wasn’t there. When Victor Akan cut through the small passage just behind his rented apartment and greeted his neighbours in a bright tone underscored by a neutral face, he never imagined his broken-headlamp, paint-bleached, cracked-windscreen, always-breaking-down Audi 80 would…
He Still Believes – Mike Chin
“Don’t take too long washing these dishes,” Gary said. “Santa’s coming soon.” He gave his mother a squeeze from behind at the sink and kissed Sierra’s neck. He rubbed his hand over her stomach, too, before heading back to the…
I.T. People – Doug M. Dawson
We enjoy our birthdays until they make us feel old, remind us of our mortality or portend something unpleasant. Jack Adams had his one month earlier. He had mixed feelings the day he turned 47. When he got home from…