A Kiss from the Devil by Wafula p’Khisa


  The heavy steel door flung open and one policeman in an oversized uniform entered. I had never seen that before; he must have sneaked into his boss’s uniform. So rather than worry about what horror awaited me, I laughed uncontrollably. He stood at a distance and sized me, perhaps wondering if I wasn’t ripe for Mathare Mental Hospital. The…

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All the Lights Going Out by Gbenga Adeoba


All The Little Lights Going Out after Warsan Shire Between the losses, I too, eyes for the little lights going out, have come to this fold of love to know you, beyond being Alan, evacuee, scion of Kurdi, a lost song shrinking the heart at each retelling. Before home became the mouth of a shark, you would go with him…

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The Journey of Man by Ola W Halim


  in the morning, man is a cocoyam shoot, life is served in dews and golden horizons; mists would wear hues which would get darker, drier, as midday draws in, suckles sunflowers to wilt, renders the field rust, a tawny tabletop rattling under soles   several bouts of reality sprout at midday, when harmattan winds wind nature into a hovering…

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The Days of Yell-low by Abiodun Salako


  Monday claws out of me like a rabbit With nut belly and hopping suffixes: These vanishing tiny goblins with the Skin of urine, weaken, curse, weaken Vein by vein erupting and shrieking Tuesday is frozen yoghurt like Lila’s Fibroid scooped with a spoon of cartilage, A full moon for howling, for begging my bones Leave me or soften like…

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A Creationist’s Story by Njoku Nonso Emmanuel


  [Notes of first draft] Too many shapes, too many faces, On this mirror of errors. We are made of waters. Angels lost their wings & became light. A body takes the shape Of whatever he sings. The boy is an unknown creature. Everything tastes like wine.       [Notes of second draft] I. My father hates blood as…

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Don’t Forget Me by Dika Ofoma


  Don’t Forget Me   Elozanam held his chest, taking in long breaths to calm his heart beats. He brought his clammy hands to his face letting the blood tickling off his thumb stream down his face. He’d expected that the bleeding would’ve stopped by now. However, It didn’t bother him and he still didn’t care that the blood was…

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Two Poems by Elisabeth Horan


Pain is Just Another Word All this pain is icicle-white and drips in my eyes when I stare at the sun; I’m checking to see if God came back, yet somehow I already know – He didn’t. Pain is another word for a drain. Like when I watch the grey water swirl – A mini-eddy of suds and razor stubble…

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Two Poems by Okeke Nduka


Figures My happiness went dead with the Portraits in my home. We move the clock backward to take a last breath of where we left Without songs in our mouth—In silence, Meaning pictures can only get old when woes live on walls, Meaning happiness got drowned in our heart before we fall into the mouth of Pains. What the dog…

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