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The woman beside her was chubby and rounded and the wrappa around her waist was hostile to the brown blouse she wore. Her head-tie was faded beige and had fallen off to the ground. Her head was shaking vehemently in rebuke and her body in total rebuff of surrender. The woman kept on bustling in roars; Obara Jesus! Obara Jesus! with her hands striding in very ridiculous rhythm.
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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This note comes in a two-part effort to share what 2020 has been for us as an African literary platform. It includes highlights of most of what we consider to be commendable about the space we occupy. Looking through the year, we have come a long way with our...
CFWriterz is pleased to announce the longlist for the December 2020 Collins Elesiro Literary Prize. The list of twenty (20) writers contains prose and poetry entries. Submissions explored a variety of themes, and in a year that has witnessed not a few disruptions, our...
Brother Replies(Submission after liberation, 1994)Dear SiphoThy fret paper silk in ink has arrivedSealed in the khaki envelope,And your words roused my almost forgotten memories.We are jolly happy to know that you are alive brother,Longing to eye you heading back home...
It is not the absence of military interventions that we have restored, which will bring back our democracy, development, justice, and freedom. What is needed is the ability to empower the people and the integrity of leadership. Leadership should not be used to...
I was born five years after the death of James Baldwin. My father, Dr. Tanko Benson, a university don, had worshipped James to the point of idolatry. He taught James Baldwin’s essays, poems, and novels to his students, and made references to the man’s statements at...
He knew!Yusuf tried his best to avert the commander's eyes. At only 14 he had signed up with commander's troops pledging his life and loyalty to fighting their cause. Allahu akbar. People might argue that Allah had nothing to do with it, they may say revenge- revenge...
The sunny afternoon revealed the faces of sunburnt women walking along the coast of Kisumu. Some were fisherwomen, while some were traders who sold fishes they bought from the fisherwomen. Mueni watched the manner in which the women walked down the sea; they wore...
body upon body relief runs in our veins& we make heaven up within our heads in this dimlit room, my body carries the weight of light as darkness s l o w l y...closes upon me & everywhere becomes as distant as the next country I have always dreamt of oblivion...
As part of a broader research agenda to make its work on shifting African narratives evidence-based, Africa No Filter is launching an Emerging Scholars Fellowship program for African academics. This will help us better understand prevailing stories and resulting...
His name is Jimoh Isiaq. He is standing by the side of the road, wearing a striped blue, white, and black sweater.
