A poem by Damilola Omotoyinbo

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

A poem by Bryan Joe Okwesili

Taylor quietly opens the unlocked door and follows the music to the living room.

A poem by Jeremy Karn

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.

A poem by Damilola Omotoyinbo

The position of their body on the bed was an art. How they had made life and death so poetic and meaningful.

And he turned and walked deep into the forest, the protector that would never be seen or known, but eternally present.

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