Itanile is a literary brand that provides a platform for African writers to publish stories they want to tell about the African experience. We are committed to developing new audiences for African literature. We provide a storytelling platform that connects African writers with their readers
We’ve hosted and led impact-driven creative and literary projects through collaborative effort. Our global community is always growing to reach more and do more.
Showing 19–21 of 94 resultsSorted by latest
Writing undoubtedly has become an essential part of storytelling. What we learn by observing the digital space in the twenty-first century is this: you need to know how to write. Politicians, event managers, athletes, grocery store owners, all of these people need content.
Here’s a compilation of training resources from our second installation of the Itanile writing workshop with Resoketswe Manenzhe @avatar_reso, and Kolawale Samuel Adebayo @officialpstkay (IG) & @samofthevoice (Twitter).
The poems traverse through dirges and nostalgia to arrive at a convention where love is a fleeting thing. The prose – the entire issue, even – beckon the reader to partake of whims, dreams, and dares.
This collection is free to download and run by a volunteer team, we would appreciate donations from you to keep our doors open throughout the year. Please donate here or message us: [email protected]
(Downloads - 381)
The writers in this issue have taken the decision to shape the dialogue of the day by continuing to write. In doing so, these writers have opened new doors to all sorts of conversations about everyday living. They have also given us stories that make us gasp delightedly, cry and laugh. Such was my experience reading them. Through the stories, I was reminded of our shared humanity. I was also prompted to remember our complexities as humans. In the end, I found myself gaining fresh perspectives.
(Downloads - 746)
A city’s push towards modernization creates a problem - a backlash on the urban poor who struggle daily to eke out a living. Asmau Baba straddles rather impatiently her fourteen-month old daughter to her back as she stands guard over a large basket of unripe plantain...
The weather outside was hot and dry with the humidity sucked out of the atmosphere to the very last drop of moisture, very much like the insides of Mallam Musa’s mouth. He could not believe it had come to this. How could this people do this evil thing to him? His own...
"Remember me, I'd keep watch over you." The line kept running through my mind, with mixed feelings of sadness and reassurance. It brought thoughts of death, a death that... Saved me. I was confused, wondering where I heard the line. Add to that my recurrent dream...
Addiction He comes home breathing in a new way Mother asks why he won’t settle down and calm his breath Where did he get the fire in his lungs? He says it’s the new black The way of life in these streets The streets introduce new drugs Racy highs called...
Bob Damian a.k.a the devil roamed the streets of lowertown, Coastal city, in search of whom to devour. He found his man in Judas Akachi, a balding sweaty middle aged taxi driver standing by a DVD shop, biting his nails and occasionally scratching his backside. The...
Eric Aurthur Blair also known as George Orwell and Aldous Huxley. The worlds where science in a controlled system thrives. Reading 1984 one would realize that the world of science suffered no ill. It was as much an accomplice in the process of dehumanizing humans. A...
Source: Granta In partnership with the Commonwealth Writers Pastor Justice always vexes me small-small, but I forgive him because he be man of God. For example, yesterday I went to church again after a very long time because Mama say God is the only way out. Well, to...
Today we say a huge happy birthday to Akinwande Oluwole Babatunde Soyinka, known as Wole Soyinka. A Nigerian playwright, poet and essayist. He was awarded the 1986 Nobel Prize in Literature, the first African to be honoured in that category. In a Trivia hosted on the...
Dibia Okamma sat in his shrine communing with the gods, his eyes fixed on the cowrie shells. Few moments ago he was ejaculating to the gods, praising them for their awesomeness, all they had wrought through him. But his sudden quiet demeanor meant they were...
Just yesterday you lay by my side, Just yesterday you were mine. The feelings I could not hide, And yet we did not thrive. You took me to paradise, You opened my eyes to a wonderful world of butterflies. There I grew wings, There I touched the skies. You taught me how...
