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A young boy from a family of four is faced with a difficult family dilemma just as every other member of his family is. His father had decided to add to
the family in a way that posed a threat to other members of the family; and while his mum seemed helpless, the boy alongside his brother was
determined to distort his father’s intended move. The young boy had a scary dream that morning and that only compounded his worry. He suddenly realized that the situation at hand was more complex than he could have imagined it to be.
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This book essentially, shows some basic tools of effective self-leadership, that when the principles are deployed as plainly highlighted, would enable the individual make a difference in his or her leadership functions.
True self-government begins with understanding the real ethics, values and good morals.
Its all about the ability to handle oneself intelligently in every matter or aspect, whether in attitude, actions, conduct, relationship, thoughts, in situations and conversation.
Lines, Crooked like the Nile is a collection of poems filled with imagery and garnished with the condiments of other necessary literary figures that make poetry what it is.
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...
It was what she had always prayed for. Life. A new life. An opportunity to make life. An opportunity to bring life into the world. After years of trying, she finally got what she wanted, a little bulge that turned into a bump. It was a difficult journey for her, but...
I started writing poetry, intentionally, in 2017. Studying literature in secondary school was mostly the catalyst. I fell in love after reading the poets we were taught
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,...
