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    A wealthy couple crazy in love seems to be leading the perfect life, but nothing is ever perfect, nothing.

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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.

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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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    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

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    The poet takes us on a journey along the palm-fringed beaten earth roads of his childhood home in rural Sierra Leone. Travelling with Ibrahim from boyhood to adulthood, from lonely forest paths to the teeming ghettos of Freetown

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