When body rises to greet half-dead,
It’s house of will and intellect.
REBIRTH (a poem by Jide Badmus)
I break, heart of egg
into yolk of gratitude
—grain of time,
IN THE WINGS OF SPARROWS, A NEST FALLS & CALL ME HOLY (two poems by Osahon Oka)
Call me miracle. I cough blood into the fist of wind
& it is rain. Yes, call me saint; I have arrived before
purgatory time & time again & its doorknob has
AXOLOTL (a poem by Abasiama Udom)
I find strength to be whole—whole again.
Let me pull away from all I know. Leaving, losing my realities.
AFTER GRIEFS & RUINS (a poem by Qudus Olowo)
the earth/grew/ into solidarity
after grief gawped requiems into the soil /myringas/
sacred buffs— no longer hid in silence
THE WEIGHT OF LOSS (a short story by Ewa Gerald Onyebuchi)
A gust of wind splashes over me. I feel your presence; the sweet smell of strawberry that often steamed from your body caresses my nostrils and wets my taste buds. But it’s only a while until you leave with the wind, I think. The smell lingers. Strongly.
“HISTORICAL SEXISM AFFECTS WOMEN’S PROGRESS IN EDUCATION, WRITING, AND LITERATURE”: A CỌ́N-SCÌÒ MAGAZINE INTERVIEW WITH OYINDAMOLA SHOOLA
In Nigeria, we don’t talk about how historical sexism affects women’s progress in education, writing, and literature. We talk about how colonialism has affected the country or set it back from other nations, but when it comes to women in the publishing industry, we often expect that they will be at the same level as men, and if they aren’t, then it is their fault
CỌ́N-SCÌÒ MAGAZINE: ‘REGENERATION’ [ISSUE 1, VOL. 2 | APRIL 2021] IS OUT
The literary offerings in Regeneration are full of light and hope, both of which are active ingredients for the medicine our world direly needs.
WHAT IS NIGERIA TO ME (a poem by Chime Justice Ndubuisi)
She is the woman whose children left
and she heard they’ve been caught for theft.
She covers her face in cloth of shame,
Walks the streets looking for who to blame.
REVIEW: THE LANGUAGE AND METAPHORS IN NDUBUISI’S ‘TO KILL AN ANGEL’ ARE FRESH AND DOMESTICATED
The language and metaphors are fresh and domesticated. While reading, we have a sense of place in the poems. The poet brings us to the local setting where he derives his inspiration from.