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HOW MANY TIMES PERSON GO DEY BEG GOD?

Fiction by Denoo Edinam Yawo My date was rubbing his penis in slow strokes. We were seated at the back of… ‘restaurant’ isn’t quite fitting for what this place is. A joint, maybe? Yes. A joint. We were seated at the back of his favourite joint—Amenuveve Pork Palace—hidden by the...
August 18, 2026
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LAGOS NOIR: A STUDY IN ENTROPY

Non-Fiction by drc. Jaèy I. The Initial State (low entropy) [Date: Tuesday. The power is out again.] The needle doesn’t just drop; it drags. It scrapes across the vinyl of my memory like a fingernail across a chalkboard. Brymo’s Entropy isn’t a song you simply listen to; it’s an environment...
August 11, 2026

CANTATA: MIGRATION SEQUENCE 1

& other poems by Afia Ansong  I turn every visit to the country into a song I sing of my grandmother's hometown I sing and climb to Aburi mountains I tell my friends the foreigners about the titles my grandmother held, she is Nana no longer but should we destool...
August 4, 2026

TAPE LETTERS

Fiction by Claudia Owusu She stirred awake in the middle of the night, this time not because of rainstorms or a neighbor’s quarrel; but because of her own muggy sweat, and a dampness in the room that made her claw for a body by her bed side—an indent of the...
July 28, 2026

AMEN

Poetry by Eileen Gbagbo On a 5 minute voice note on Whatsapp My father is praying for me Blessings, holy fire on my enemies – I miss the beat to say [                                  ] Jehovah...
July 21, 2026

MARCHING IN PLACE

Fiction by Jean Wathugu  This skater at the park just missed my left hip by an inch. The LEDs on the Bluetooth speaker strapped to his head are merging with his hair as he zooms into the mirage. In between cursing him out and skipping a heartbeat, I think I...
July 14, 2026

ODE TO THE WELLS OF SALAGA

Poetry by Daniel Naawenkangua Abukuri 1. Smear your palms with the dust of the Savannah and press them against the trunk of the ancestral baobab. See how the bark, scarred by time, creates a map of ridges? 2. There is no clear silhouette. What is clear, scanning the red earth...
July 7, 2026

ON NOT BURNING THE HOUSE DOWN

Non-Fiction by nanama boatemaa acheampong PART I She said it the night before I left for university, as if it were a warning and not an accusation. “I don’t want you to turn out like me.” She was in the kitchen, the light too bright, too white, for the hour,...
June 30, 2026

ABYEI OF HOLLOWS

Poetry by Adut Loi Akok My mother’s favorite singer sang of Abyei Mother said, when you write poems son, Write one to the last standing Abyei of hollows. And by the time I walked across the river The last Abyei to survive the bullet was still alive. She was the...
June 23, 2026

QUICKSAND

Fiction by Ruby Excel A woman my age has garnered a few funeral clothes. Black velvet knee-length dresses from my late twenties, long African print dresses that touched the ground in my thirties, Slit and Kaba made from very dull tie and dye fabrics for my forties and finally, lace...
June 16, 2026
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