Written by Idayat Jinadu In the middle of the night, sometimes, my existential crisis creeps in to ask me the meaning of life. If I reply that it is meaningless, it would be opening a door that ought to remain closed. If I reply that it isn’t, I would be confused and try to ascertain the exact meaning of life, which is another thread I don’t enjoy tugging. But in this piece, I want to explore the concept of a …
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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 …
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 …
I try to suppress my emotions as I drive through the quiet suburban neighbourhood, stifling my growing nerves with each metre I cover. The closer I get to the unknown, the more my nerves intensify. Will …
The world must be coming to an end because I signed myself up for conversion therapy on purpose. And now that I’m here, I’m wondering what kind of madness possessed me to even consider it. Still …
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 …
Sometimes, I stay up late at night, yearning. I look at him lying peacefully next to me, and I know he deserves better, but I can’t help but think that it should have been you. It …
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 …