I can imagine him, my father, some pride in his voice, informing his friend that his son, a boy they had watched grow up, had left home.

They will forbid their people from voting for anyone that is not Musa. The subjects will take the news to their four wives. Their wives will tell their neighbours. The neighbours will tell their children, and the children will write ‘Sai Musa’ on every wall they see on every street.

Morality, then, is a weapon, and generations of Africans have been indoctrinated into its famed cult. You should then be far from startled that the mere mention of homosexuality, although practised in veiled quarters for traditional, spiritual, or aesthetic purposes, is never given a fair hearing

Desta’s winning story, Ethio-Cubano, is a collection of memories where Cuban and Ethiopian cultures collide.

I swear if you throw a stone at random in Hillbrow, you are likely to hit a Zimbabwean. Or some other African. Who that stone hits is up to fate!

In this essay, Dr Alloh examines the plight of international students in the UK during the COVID-19 pandemic.

As a teenager, I grew up on a diet of popular fiction, and Kalu Okpi, even more than James Hadley Chase, initiated me into the world of the word.

Examining the roles of feminist women during the #EndSARS protests in Nigeria

The decision by “rebellious” African writers like Ngugi wa Thiong'o to divorce themselves completely—in action, word and deed—from all that is Western in orientation sparks a debate as to whether “moderate” writers like the late Chinua Achebe can be categorised as apologists or pragmatists.

Abdulrahman’s satire on #EndSARS paints a history of bad governance in Nigeria.

When I spoke to my colleague in Nigeria, he mentioned an increasing belief that the virus is a problem only among the elites in Nigeria and, possibly, Africa.

It is this faithfulness to the African tongue that sets Ngugi apart from his bourgeois peers like Wole Soyinka.

Everyone is fighting for relevance in a world of irrelevance. We let so many die of hunger and thirst today, so we may fill our bellies with wine and steak tomorrow.

In one story, a woman walks into a river to drown. In another one, a man leaves his partner, goes back to the village to a home that had stopped being home, and becomes mad. It’s all fear and flight.

It was in actively becoming involved with the feminist movement that I began to really see the many misconceptions of the movement that people had.

I look to the diaspora for black America’s future rather than finding redemption in the United States.

Even if the argument of black-on-black crime is accurate, the BLM movement in its current form would still not be hypocritical because the movement aims to end structural racism.

Rape and consent in Nigeria

What I really need these days is a cup of tea with a friend who simply asks: “Are you ok, ma?”

When I travelled to Africa as an adult, I saw how deep the miseducation went. There were myths to bust. Like Africa being a monolithic country where it’s eternally hot and people are scantily clad.