BY STELA XEGA Not everything has a name tag.everybody feels something walking down a street they’venever been on.I remember when I thought I knew everything.and now on many days I wake upI do not want to be Wonder Womandidn’t ask for a cape of... Read More
TERNARIES
by SANJEEV SETHI (1) In a sixty word email I was addressed thrice. I shared 18 emails with another. Not once was I named. Favors were being sought in the first. (2) At a stag party he is disoriented as he meets himself. (3) Show me an obese... Read More
RUMOR HAS IT – 1
You have no right to be here Bobby silenced the voice in his head and slowly raised the curtain. He was already here, nothing could change that. There was a small pool of bathroom slippers just outside the entrance, different sizes and colours. There... Read More
EVIL
BY TEMITOPE When a life is lost somewhere. Somehow some are smiling because a life is given elsewhere. Nothing ends, everything is exchanged. Sometimes the sun is harsh but the rays are needed. Often the earth might be flooded, drinking from the Nile... Read More
4 Reasons Why Giving Up Should Never Be Your First Resort
Giving up is something I do not know how to do. Of course I admit that there are exceptional cases where the wise decision to make is giving up, either in business or personal relationship. Knowing when to let go, give up or hold on, is a gift not... Read More
TWOS AND THREES
BY SANJEEV SETHI (1) If everyone were a nurse there would be no grume. (2) When you love excessively, you imagine everyone is in love with them. (3) Like an apothecary inquiring: How are you? (4) Lashings of asperity prod to... Read More
Concrete Horror
By Sunil Sharma Rain drops sliding offthe telephone linespower cablesdish antennaebig crystals dropping fromgrey skies of the Asian spacethe cluttered skylinemost of the year—invisible. The pigeons and sparrowshiding from the... Read More
Dawn Behind a Red Door – 1
By Babatomiwa Seriki I woke up to a breakup text message from my girlfriend turned ex overnight, telling me how much my writing sucks and how little of a man I am in the real sense and in bed. A part of the several lines read: “I only did you a... Read More
Book Reading Event: Son Of My Father
There will be a second reading event of Tosin Olukuade’s Son of my Father, tomorrow, 27th of August 2016 between 4pm and 7pm at Terra Kulture, Plot 1376, Timayu Savage Street, VI, Lagos. I will be there live and I expect to see you there if you... Read More