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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.
For a few days now, Nigeria, the largest African country has seen waves of protest break out all over the country. The world might be wondering, "why are the youths so angry?" For a lot of the questions and worries, there is one significant reality that must be known....
It's that time of the year again! We welcome submissions from African writers to the December 2020 Collins Elesiro Prize. Entrants may submit up to 1 previously unpublished poem, and up to 3,000 words for fiction and non-fiction. We believe in freedom of thought and...
CFWriterz regretfully announces the cancellation of its December 2019 Collins...
She reminds you of Bisola.
Your fingers turn into a fist and your smirk turns to a scowl.
How dare she?
CFWriterz is pleased to announce the call for her December Magazine issue, with the theme, “Dawsk,” a merger of the words, ‘dawn’ and ‘dusk.’
Perdition: You see avarice turn into a pool and jump in hastily. Have you forgotten that even too much of sweetness brings forth dire consequences?
If you ever had a story bubbling in your heart like water from a spring. The...
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A wealthy couple crazy in love seems to be leading the perfect life, but nothing is ever perfect, nothing.
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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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
In seven chapters, the narrator in this expository comic tell stories, story after story of the trending and laughable events on TwitterNg. While it appears to be ‘just for the laughs’, the narrator also exposes readers to deep memories of grief and loss experienced in the street.
