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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
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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
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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
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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
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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

RADIO BODIES

Radio bodies & other poems by John Chinaka Onyeche Radio Bodies So many such nights, I am bent like a key. The child is a porcelain egg in the hands of a clock. The realities of home are built from sugar before the jawline of the sea; the coming of...
June 9, 2026

ASANKA

Fiction by Benjamin Cyril Arthur The music is everywhere today. It leaks through the wooden louvers, bounces off the concrete walls, settles into my pores like nkuto. Daddy Lumba’s voice, smooth as pito, sweet as sugarcane, croons about love and longing. The boys call it burger highlife. Music from Ghanaians...
June 2, 2026

IN FRONT OF THE CASTLE

Poetry by Nenyi Ato Bentum Skits of souls surround a fetish hut Each scene tells the depth of the cut This was not a green Greek TRAGEDY Those who came here never returned Those who returned never came here Ferried fathers, aborted abductors; Sinful sorcerers, paid pawns, Wayside wanderers, jilted...
December 22, 2023

TEACH THIS TO OUR CHILDREN

Poetry by Favour Orlando When the umbilical cords that attached us to our mothers were excised, The crafted words of our people, of our land, defined us, Not the high-pitched voice of colonialism, Or its firm iron fist pressed on our rigid backs While we laboured under the vibrant sun....
December 20, 2023

THE GREY AREAS

Fiction by Ufuoma Bakporhe           There were many things I knew about being a biracial woman living in Nigeria. Growing up, I heard many things about how I was prone to better opportunities, or how I was more special than ‘regular’ Nigerian kids who did not have a foreign parent, but...
December 18, 2023
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