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Issue 3| After, Issues

Call for Submissions: ArtisansQuill Issue 3: After

ArtisansQuill invites submissions for its third issue on the theme After. Send us your pieces that construct and disrupt the proliferating meanings of afters: aftermath and arrival; return and recovery; rupture and repair; inheritance and transformation; relentless befores and uncertain futures. Unsettle, console, question, or reimagine what comes after. Explore personal, communal, historical, ecological, political, existential, national, or imagined afters. We are accepting: Submission Guidelines … Continue reading Call for Submissions: ArtisansQuill Issue 3: After

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Issue 2| Old Forms, New Worlds

Olobo (Lover)

-Nimi Wariboko Image Credit: Filipe Almeida On April 19, 2025, a cousin in the United States asked me for the Kalabari word for romantic lover. She believed there was no equivalent in the language. Below are the words I shared with her. Olosikiya: A Kalabari word for darling, lover, or beloved. Literally, it means the person who does not reject love or romantic relationship. The … Continue reading Olobo (Lover)

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Issue 2| Old Forms, New Worlds

It is the Thinking That We Have Arrived

-Dayọ̀ Ayílárá Image credit: Ahmad odeh It is the thinking that we have arrived when we are nowhere that made Ọlọ́wọ̀ look Ọ̀rúnmìlà in the eye. The result was that yams no longer shot in their beds, small rivers wore garments of leaves birds’ songs hung in their startled throats. Like the striking of two red stones against each other in the birthing of fire that roasts yams … Continue reading It is the Thinking That We Have Arrived

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Òkété

-Dayọ̀ Ayílárá Image Credit: Stephen Konev Sometimes, there are words but there’s no time. Sometimes, time converges like bees, while words escape through the hollow like Òkété. But if we have words and time, let us sit down and break them. Ọ̀jọ̀gbọ́n said words are never finished in the house of Ọlọ́rọ̀. I took my journey to Ọlọ́rọ̀’s house on the hill of Kàbìtì. He offered me guinea corn-brewed beer, … Continue reading Òkété

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