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Michael tells of a bastard child and the search for his father. Bamidele’s poem, “Insomnia”, is a quick glimpse into the restless awareness of death. Jeff and Raheela attempt to guide a writer’s hand in the foray of storytelling and publishing. Fatihah talks of love, innocently, simply. Resoketswe engages a bar conversation on suicide; a subject we hate to admit. There’s more.
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Welcome to the Chapter 20 Workshop, where craft meets art. At Itanile, we are a community committed to expanding the creativity of African writers through teaching, publishing, and networking. The forthcoming workshop on April 24, 2021, is an initiative to help writers get better with writing.
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...
Mother thinks I do not remember her anymore. She thinks I left her behind on leaving home for this city. There are things one cannot be taught, he learns himself Just like no one taught the Good Samaritan how to be good. There are two ends in my body. One end is home...
