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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
Press Release: Book Launch of “Quills from Africa 30: Long Walk to Home” and the Freedom Magazine Second Edition. They told us that Nigerians are the worst of Africa, so we told them our own stories. Hatfield, Pretoria, 30th of November 2017 Today it’s Libya, it was...
I've found myself a new home, where I can breathe in oxygen and breath out carbon dioxide with no stress in my nostrils nor pharynx. a home where I can now take naps and have my worries bleached away into the atmosphere of rhymes. Now I have a home, where I easily...
It’s not like God does not have a home so why he still watches people had always been a mystery to me. I had listened to all the sermons about “the ever watchful eyes of God,” I used to laugh about it even though I secretly wanted to see how that would work out....
"I wanted the story to be true" said Achebe about Things Fall Apart, "How would you describe fiction as true?" the interviewer asked him. It's our belief as fiction writers that there is a way fiction is told, that the writers are not just trying to make up stories...
We are in Agadez, Niger Republic. We are traipsing towards a run-down structure. The smell of dust, tobacco, and urine is everywhere. I am flanked by nine other girls going to Europe, from Nigeria, and we do not know each other. Though we are not acquainted, but we...
This book launch and event mark a major milestone in the growth of the cfwriterz community. On the 3oth of Novemeber 2017 we will launch the "Quills from Africa 30" an anthology by cfwriterz which is published by AWB Publishers. Also on that day, we will release the...
When Nosa opened his eyes, he saw the flash of cameras, which followed him everywhere he went. A smile spread on his face, and he was transformed into the handsome celebrity that he was. He swept a hand over his head, and would have posed for the cameras, but...
The day that everything went to hell, started like every other day, except that it was Nosa’s thirty second birthday. The birthday party which was attended by the crème de la crème of the society, held in one of the chandelier lit halls, at the Eko Hotel, Lagos. That...
These four whose destinies met at that one junction, at that one moment; none of them knew they were going to be at that spot at the same time with the other ones. It was a beautiful day, anybody would want to be outside but it ended in tragedy, leaving a frozen smile...
"What an elder sees sitting down, a child will never see even if he climbs an Iroko tree" - Igbo proverb Obinna was an ambitious young man. He dreamt all about how his life would be like. He wanted to be rich, famous, and the star of his hometown, Umuchigbo. He wanted...
