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…
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….
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…
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,…
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…
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…
In the House of Small Silences – Rigwell Addison Asiedu
He told you to consider him as a brother since you were going to live with him for the next 12 months. Abrantie had noticed your discomfort when you alighted from the tro-tro at St. Theresa’s School and that was…
To the Kids – Emmanuel Omonusi
To the kids who don’t have poolsAt the back of their houseTo the kids who fate rouse Their hope in steady bloody spools To the kids who kneel in torn blouseAnd call on God to see them and chooseTo the kids whose…