Your favourite spot in my arms was cold with void/ Poetry by Kingsley Alumona

“You have to do something. You have to talk to the white man. The Oba cannot die in a foreign land. It is an abomination.”

Poetry by Ndifreke George

I have a lot of flaws but the colour of my skin is not one of them / Ugandan writer Hilda Awori on colourism in Uganda.

Poetry by Kingsley Alumona / For Nenye and Akwa

From the church straight to the bar, won't Jesus be upset though?

You’re the music inside my head—my love song. And when the music plays, I pull the hair back from my face and, holding it up with bobby pins, I dance for you.

The night has gone horribly wrong for Dera as she finds herself embroiled in murder

Ndaba writes on the many ills of child marriages.

The three-storey building was a massive shining edifice with glass windows and colourful cloth decorations hanging at the entrance.

Recent tragedies and a newly found addiction haunt him as he prepares for his next Sunday sermon. How will Pastor Bamidele deal with his demons?

Should African books and movies always promote an African idea?

Should Nigerians be surprised by the government’s invasion of a courtroom and its disregard of a bail order?

Another day in the life of a Lagos hustler

MD Mbutoh writes a rejoinder to Michelle Tchokote’s article on Cameroon.

PhD Researcher Faith Tissa discusses the black hair movement and the implications of current societal perceptions on black hair

Some of the latest news from across the African continent.

Michelle Tchokote speaks on Cameroon's anglophone crisis and the need for unity.

A heartbroken woman shares her new discovery with a long time friend.

Maybe, preferring coffee is the sign of an amazing work ethic and preferring tea, the sign of a perennial belly-scratcher.