Four flash fictions on life as a black foreigner in South Africa.

The sage said it is the bittersweet taste of life/ But we have never tasted the sweet

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.

A poem on Africa by Yewande Adebowale

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

But specially, I pray for the people of Malawi especially those of Mtengowathenga parish, whom I cannot wait to see again.

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.

If we can kill ikwerekwere, we can kill any man, including our brother. In fact, we have killed our brother. Who then is safe?

Poetry | Yvonne Nezianya | Nigeria

Afritondo Short Story Prize 2020: Interview with Jarred Thompson

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.

A poem by U.A Edwardson on Africa

I guess that there were others on this train who have spoken little more than a few words in their lives to people who look like me.

A poem by Yvonne Nezianya

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.

Short Story | Henry Chukwuemeka Onyema | Nigeria

Poem by Abuoya Eruot