I was tired. I took a pillow over its face, its blind innocent face, and did not give a second thought. I killed it and by the next minute, murder had become my surname.
‘NIGHTS VOID OF DAWN’ & ‘WILL YOU STAY FOREVER?’ (two poems by Adeyeye James Oluwatobi)
I said I know what love is
I saw how you undo your pain
& sorround your broken heart with roses
Luscious, beautiful, poignant!
BEDBUGS (a poem by Adedamola Jones Adedayo)
Sometimes my skin slithers that I feel
snake-calculating gestures of foreboding,
HUE (a poem by George Oge-Kalu Comfort)
The world made her the best version for herself
Even when she was seen as just a rare piece of china on her mother’s shelf
SUBLIME LIVES: A BOOK REVIEW OF PROFESSOR EMEKA ANIAGOLU’S A TALE OF TWO GIANTS: CHINUA ACHEBE & WOLE SOYINKA by Kirsten C. Okenwa
A Tale of Two Giants by Professor Emeka Aniagolu is a thorough, stimulating and fascinating comparative study, grounded in historico-socio-political contextual analysis of the careers, creative, autobiographical as well as scholarly and polemical works of Africa’s two literary giants: Chinua Achebe and Wole Soyinka.
THE STATE OF NIGERIAN LITERATURE AND THE NEED FOR YOUTH INVOLVEMENT IN MANAGING THE AFFAIRS OF THE INDUSTRY by Ahmed Maiwada
Nigerian literature is not in the state that it ought to be, given the enormous Nigerian population; we need to do more. We need to develop a conscious policy towards enhancing the results achieved by our books out there in the market across the world.
HAIKU: AN INTRODUCTION by Taofeek Ayeyemi
Haiku originates from Japan and there, it is their oral form and usually in a sequence or linked verse form (called renga, renku or haikai no renga) up to 100 verses and more. The introductory verse to the sequence is the hokku which is now called haiku.
SIXTY-ONE (a short story by Queen Nneoma Kanu)
My bags are packed and ready to go. It has been eight months and I still live out of my suitcase. Today would have been sixty-one days from the day I started checking off the dead days. The days I dreamt of home, of warm embraces and bright faces. I practice my reaction for when I will see you again.
CORONA GIRL (a short story by Adesina Ajala)
He dashed into the street; it was empty and cold, just the streetlights beaming orange in the distance. He cocked his ear in many directions in the dark for a voice or a footstep, but all that returned to him was bland silence.
‘SUDDEN ENTRAPMENT’ (a short story by R. C. Ofodile)
Kene’s heart was thumping. After over an hour, they had not moved even a quarter of a mile. He prayed in desperation, ‘Lord, please don’t let me miss this flight. What will I do… Let the traffic move… Let the plane be delayed. Flights are delayed all the time, and sometimes, cancelled…’