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Coauthors: Precious Ozioma Okeke and Olayemi Mary Adeola For decades, African women have been presented as passive humans instead of the independent agents of change and the nation builders that they are. In acts and narratives, women are depersonalized, traumatized,...
With every year that passes storytelling for the African Spirit has found inspiration in the many voices of those whose hearts are riddled with scars, freshly beaten, open to change, embracing conflict, and looking for a heartfelt response to who we are becoming....
The songwriter imaginedstanding amid cellists,before an auditorium of compatriots who have comea long way for laughs& some Afropop as bonus, with the first unit of his poemthat read: I know the Niger& her shore is my favorite place,one I feel most connected...
you become a bomb of rage ready to explode on the shadow that touches the tits of your sister's innocence. what happens to the girl whose households are flowers in necropolis? I wake up every forenoon to an opened old window greeting my breasts or the express...
Kabiru, I will tell you that I love you when the sun comes out at night. Or when it’s break of dawn but the sun forgets to rise. Come thirtieth February, you shall be my valentine. I will be all yours and I, too, shall call you mine. My waist beads will jingle for you...
On the 18th of July 2021, some students of Nnamdi Azikiwe University, named “Eagle Nest Book Club” as a group, gathered somewhere outside the University premises to have their first book club event. The meeting, themed “An African Perspective of Things”, featured...
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Some of the impact stories in the African creative space are often those scarcely discovered. Itanile's hope is that as we connect with some of the tiny dots, we would build a nest for those birds who are free-flying. In an ocean of Brownian art forms, African...
The Itanile team regrets to announce the suspension of the biannual Collins Elesiro Literary Prize. While we thoroughly enjoyed reading the over 60 entries for this edition, we would not be moving forward with a longlist or shortlist; as such, there would be no...
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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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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.
The poet takes us on a journey along the palm-fringed beaten earth roads of his childhood home in rural Sierra Leone. Travelling with Ibrahim from boyhood to adulthood, from lonely forest paths to the teeming ghettos of Freetown
The works featured in the Prism issue have told a variety of truths. In May the Thirtieth, the poet writes, “I come from a place / where we are closest to sunrise”. You, the reader, could argue the veracity of this admittance.
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