Written by Nobuhle . N Nyoni She picked up the phone and typed, ‘Hi Mandla. I am sorry for ignoring you. The past few days have been emotionally draining for me. I went in for my …
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Written by Sheila Kal From the poetic series: Adding Colour to Water Soon, it’ll be three years since I buried my hair below the Mwarubaini you planted. I wouldn’t call it a ritual, Uncle; I only …
Written by Miracle Okah It rained the day Adigun brought in another woman to meet Ope at home. Ope had just come from her toddler’s room, having finally rocked him to sleep, when she heard Adigun’s …
Written by Idayat Jinadu “Say it again.”“I love you.”“Say it again.”Sigh. “I love you.”“You hesitated; you don’t love me.”“No, Mosebolatan, I didn’t hesitate. I love you, okay? Very much.” A kiss on the forehead. “If your …
Written by Nobuhle . N Nyoni Friday came, and her mother had them skip breakfast because she just wanted to get to the doctor’s office. They arrived five minutes before their appointment, and the waiting time …
Written by Nobuhle . N Nyoni ‘It’s crazy how things just end – years of loving and being present for each other changed by one confession. I guess Dr T is right. I have to allow …
Written by Nyambura My girlfriend has insomnia. The whole time we’ve been together, eight weeks now? She randomly wakes up at 3 am, texts me, and sends me memes and GIFs or TikToks, and if I …
Written by Mercy Williams The Passport was pressed and printed into existence alongside its brothers in a small, clustered photography studio in the Kainji Military Barracks. Niger State was a cold place. So cold that the …
Written by Nobuhle . N Nyoni PART 1 ‘I thought that I would still be in pain, but it’s all gone. I guess first-time experiences aren’t the same. The girls have spoken about hurting for days, …
Written by Idayat Jinadu When I was in primary school, I wanted to be a lawyer. I saw lawyers in Yoruba films I watched with my parents, and I wanted to be one. I imagined myself …