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If there is one genre that has captured the imagination of people from all walks of life throughout the world, it is folktale. The teachings and lessons in folktales depict the realities of life and the immediate consequences of actions, whether good or bad. It...
Hi. My name is Damilola Jonathan Oladeji, and I think it's appropriate to let you know who's speaking as you read this release about Itanile. A few years ago, I had a vision that African literature and writing should be promoted using all the tools that the internet...
We are delighted to announce that submissions are now open for our January 2023 Issue. Aligning with our commitment to promoting emerging and established African voices, submissions are open to all African writers. For this issue, submissions of any theme or genre are...
Itanile Magazine is pleased to announce the winners of the Itanile Award for 2022. In rewarding the efforts and commitments of literary creatives for advancing the African experience through storytelling, we select winners of the award from works we publish from...
To be honest with you, this is not one of the parts of editorial work that's fun. Putting it all together—where we are, where we've been, and all the stuff. It's tedious, just like a baker making her wedding cake. It would be nice if someone else did it! Yet, we've...
The melanin queen was perched on a bar stool, Checking me out from head to shoe. Her eyes were made up with eye shadow, blue, And they seemed to be saying, ‘Oga, I want you.’ She took me to her place near the train station. I was like, ‘Is this the real thing or...
Though the oceans rage & the waters imagine a vain thing; though the sun scorches the earth's skin & it's rays sear pain onto my dermis. Yet will I stand by my window, & listen to the voice of the wind preaching hope. There are various melodies that...
These are the times We are in dark times, my love. The morning still sweet in the awful sepia sky & I can see war women through my misty window, Sitting graciously, Reciting the rosary on a front porch. Somewhere, at the back of a house, A drum softly thunders...
We are pleased to announce that entries are now open for our second reading period. Aligning with our commitment to promote emerging and established African voices, submissions are open to all African writers. For this issue, submissions of any theme or genre are...
1. my country as a metaphor for joke in my country, we have forgotten how to shiver when we see serrated bodies in short video clips. the gunshots do not cause birds to fly, women to gossip, or children to scamper for safety. but, there is a headless body on the floor...
To be honest with you, this is not one of the parts of editorial work that's...
The melanin queen was perched on a bar stool, Checking me out from head to...
Though the oceans rage & the waters imagine a vain thing; though the sun...
These are the times We are in dark times, my love. The morning still sweet in...
We are pleased to announce that entries are now open for our second reading...
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A wealthy couple crazy in love seems to be leading the perfect life, but nothing is ever perfect, nothing.
The woman beside her was chubby and rounded and the wrappa around her waist was hostile to the brown blouse she wore. Her head-tie was faded beige and had fallen off to the ground. Her head was shaking vehemently in rebuke and her body in total rebuff of surrender. The woman kept on bustling in roars; Obara Jesus! Obara Jesus! with her hands striding in very ridiculous rhythm.
When we invited writers for this Issue, submissions of any theme or genre were welcomed, but especially so for works that explore the concept of journeys through the lenses of travels and tours―what it means to travel, to seek out new places. To write a story or a poem or an essay, writes Garth Greenwell, is to make a claim about what we find beautiful, about what moves us, to reveal a vision of the world, which the writers in this Issue have done with their work.
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I’m pleased to say that it felt like home journeying to the birth of this book. Of course home is where the “art” is. This chapbook contains 20 poems scribed from the very core of my heart.
“Dancing With The Tides” sends a message or talks about the need to being in equilibrium with the happenings in the world and not to be too attached to one specifically.
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Abebi
Cries of a baby
Tears of Iya Abebi
Evil some people call life
Isn’t it darkness that brought her to life?
At birth she takes a sweet full
Colostrum it is called
Nigeria, I call Abebi
Iya, I call her forefathers
Abebi did not grow like others
When a father drinks the milk,
of the child
Doesn’t the child’s belly get bigger?
Abebi did not take in
Enough milk while growing,
even though, filled with milk and honey
Abebi is now weaned on garri
In seven chapters, the narrator in this expository comic tell stories, story after story of the trending and laughable events on TwitterNg. While it appears to be ‘just for the laughs’, the narrator also exposes readers to deep memories of grief and loss experienced in the street.
