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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
The world as I saw it was but a blur, till then like crystals I started to see filth for filth. Ten years ago I had just seen my first beard, it was while I woke erect and perplexed. Erect because biology said at that age my body would start to respond to cold and...
Regan knew he was not dreaming, he was dead. The last thing he remembered was closing his eyes and getting stabbed in his dream. Somehow he knew when he was no longer in the dream. He looked back and the only thing he saw was his lifeless body just lying there...
My name is Jonathan and I consider myself one of the most discriminated humans living in the twenty first century. Evil is a constant. I am Nigerian and I am Skinny. Today I visited an Indian Doctor at Hatfield, Pretoria and the first thing he said is "You are...
I have always wanted to write about chivalry and its reform but for some reason, I kept putting it off until I recently met a buddy of mine who strongly believes that patriarchy and chivalry are indivisible bedfellows. In his words he said, only twenty percent of...
Deadline: October 25th, 2017 Apem is looking for short fiction stories! Think you can write a winning story in 1,500 words or less? Enter the inaugural APEN (Association of Private Educators in Nigeria6) Short Short Story Competition: Powered By OkadaBooks for your...
Now that you have been able to identify what kind of writing work you have to do, you may want to get some ideas. Writers are usually multi-tasking and this could affect your ideas. This is usually a major headache that eventually ends with complaints about writer’s...
BY COMMONWEALTH WRITERS / 04TH OCTOBER 2017 Writers from around the world are invited to submit their scripts to the 26th International Radio Playwriting Competition. The global competition, hosted by BBC World Service and the British Council, in partnership with...
“I'll show you where he is. Follow me please,” the nurse said as she walked down the hallway with me following by her side. She looked at me and gave me a small smile, and I answered with a half smile of my own. It was pretty obvious in her eyes, even if she was...
By Willing Davidson on the New Yorker In “Apollo,” your story in this week’s magazine, a young man named Okenwa visits his retired parents, who tell him about the fate of a houseboy named Raphael, whom the family employed when Okenwa was young. Okenwa’s parents have...
Kenny and Kate used to be the best pals at work. They were employed together at GTBank, and they both worked hard to become successful. While Kenny planned on becoming an entrepreneur, Kate saved as much as she can, every month, towards a single project: to travel...
