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OTHERWISE The grass is green, Like cattles and kines, Your love is grazing my skin. I love you like an ache, As delicious and sticky as dates, But it occurs, from time to time That rivers join,only to part again. Though it could've been otherwise. In the value of...
Press Release: Monday, 3 February 2020 – The AKO Caine Prize for African Writing has announced its panel of judges for 2020. Having marked its 20th anniversary last year, the AKO Caine Prize is looking forward to a new decade of exploring and recognising...
The Caine Prize enters a three-year partnership with The AKO Foundation. For the duration of that three years, The AKO Foundation will provide core costs of the Caine Prize, which will now be known as The AKO Caine Prize. Press Release: London, Wednesday...
I take a walk at dawn, when the dew falls Bless me father for I have sinned, I don’t know how long it’s been since my last confession And if I’m being honest, I don’t seek confession – this isn’t a confession. Forgive me for uttering those opening words. I’m sorry, I...
Night of a Thousand Laughs The first time you saw a soul leave, The rains were leaving too. A lorry had passed, undoing the spell that bound a spirit to a body, Showing the soul the safest way to fly. You had wanted to sing this body a lullaby, But your mother...
PORTRAIT OF MY BODY AS A BOOK the book of my body begins from the end chapter 1 [epilogue]: glory. /i am everything/ God ordained/ before the beginning. chapter 2 [conclusion]: a body rests/ in the Lord yea, though the dust eats my flesh into itself, i will fear no...
maybe men are the truest carnivores i want to eat you it is a hot afternoon when he texts you this, confessing how hungry, how wet his saliva is for the flesh of your body. your throat catches at the flippancy of what he says next about his ex(hibit) ...
Publishing Options for African Fiction Writers The publishing market in Africa is difficult to navigate. Today, Africa has many writers seeking to publish their works. However, the truth is, if you don’t have the right guidance and knowledge, vanity publishers will...
Towards the end of last year, I planned to write a thing or two about this writing business, the snail progress I've made, some of the things I've learned so far, but the year ended in anticlimax, so I couldn't get on the right frequency to write such a thing. You...
My perception on reading, to a considerable extent, mirrors the earliest lesson I learned about writing. I fancy thinking about reading and writing
