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    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.

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    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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Ennui

When merry morn did grace my soul's abode, I held within the sun's embrace the bliss, Of naked beams, of grace, of hope bestowed, In beauty's palm, all wrapped in tender kiss. At dawn's sweet call, I rose to greet the day, Like dew upon the humble weed's green blade,...

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February 18th 2010

The smile on my brother’s face ran away with his hope & he is searching through the rising sun, wishing to catch them from the scattered rays. Since the day the insurgency started, he became a walking corpse- digging for a sanctuary. I stripped my ears naked to...

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A Rehearsal of Shame

The people in your city are inflated by a need to slash and burn, and you are already a dress unraveling at the seams. The wind will take you like a jester starring in a staged farce, toss you hither, thither, smash you against stolid-faced walls and wrinkled roofs,...

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Why Itanile Has Been Quiet

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...

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