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The Beginning of A Biographical Note of Oluronbi
-Akinola Sesan Image Credit: Luke Stackpoole The beginning is not the end … Continue reading The Beginning of A Biographical Note of Oluronbi
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-Akinola Sesan Image Credit: Luke Stackpoole The beginning is not the end … Continue reading The Beginning of A Biographical Note of Oluronbi
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Emmanuel Olabiyi Image Credit: Joseph Hoehne earlier today, the sun & my forehead contended: death is a walk to life, & two tiny brown ruminants, perched on iya roheemoh’s hearth, still steal flamy glances; simmering, burning evenings on her inglorious grave. come; the Love of God & the Fellowship of the Holy Spirit drive unpigmented horses (in us) in diacritic circles like the idi ore mi … Continue reading Stoicism
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-Daniel Yohanna Image Credit: Marcus Ganahl The night came without warning, thick, breathless, and bitter. In Damboa, the winds had whispered warnings, but no one truly listened to the wind until it screamed. That evening, it screamed with gunfire. The insurgents descended like locusts, swift, merciless, and loud. Aisha had been preparing dinner, her baby, cooing beside her, wrapped in an old blue blanket. The … Continue reading Daughter of My Sister
-Innocent Tarojacho Ojo Image Credit: Guzmán BarquĂn Before I knew the flicker of fire to shred darkness I learnt to walk at night under the guide of a moonlight Gatanan gatanan ku ka zo mu ji ta Was how we summoned the moon ta yi zaman da mu as we witnessed magic— not just pictures in gloom but heights we believed could be reached only with a witch’s broom Like how kunkuru was given wings we all believed we could outdo limbs in kana tare da yan iska za ka zama dan iska was clearer than when mum taught me da duka for if an earth’s sloth could be given a slot and be airborne—then maybe I would one day fly a plane Dukan ku—all of you should be no man’s name for when we stop being ourselves we are no one else Nana paused and asked Mai sunan ka? Amir, I said Don’t forget that! She said The best way up is to grow but anything that jumps up will be brought down low— you should know So Kunkuru came tumbling down komin nisan jefi, kasa zata sauko what goes around comes around his hard shell this time around couldn’t shield him from the ground He fell broke to pieces we boys thought—beyond stitches You see, Kintsugi isn’t a Japanese artform Nana had this craft stitched into her black broken skin, that her broken voice told a tale of a man fallen that could yet show us maps to the sky and how to stay up I looked up, the moon had paused we did not know, for we were sorrounded by light. TRANSLATION: All in Hausa Language 1. Gatanan gatanan ku … Continue reading Tales Like Moonlight
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–Halima Ahmad He laid the long pipe to his lips and blew such sweet, commanding notes. We clapped, we danced, and ran like children after the wondrous sound. Alo alo, mu ci dadi! Like fowls in farmyards when the scattered barley hits the ground, Ku zo ga daula wa zai ki, Alo alo, mu ci dadi! Kowa ya bari, ta gota shi. Alo alo, mu ci dadi! And step for step we followed, dancing with a hopeful, laughing heart, … Continue reading The Pied PiperÂ