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Mirette Bahgat

The Pharaoh of Many Colours: An Egyptian’s Unsolicited Take on Afrocentrism

Mirette Bahgat

We’ve seen it all, really. Yet, we still fall into the trap of a single story—every single time. We still think that we are either this or that; we can’t be both; we can’t be everything all at once.

Mirette Bahgat

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MaryAnn Ifeanacho

Ajja and the Children of Nature

MaryAnn Ifeanacho

Many years after the beginning of time, Ajja, after years of childlessness and ridicule, had gone to the gods of the forest to ask for a child to brighten up her old age.

MaryAnn Ifeanacho

Tomilola Adejumo

A Thousand Ways to Leave a City

Tomilola Adejumo

One afternoon, I found a note under my door. Scribbled in pencil on torn paper. No name. Just the words: You cannot lie to a city that knows your footsteps.

Tomilola Adejumo

Oluwanifemi Owonikoko

I Want to Give Up

Oluwanifemi Owonikoko

Your sight isn't playing tricks,

I really do want to.

Oluwanifemi Owonikoko

In the Author’s Voice

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Fejiro Okifo

Soft Life

Fejiro Okifo

That was the first time she learned that she had to set herself on fire to make other people happy.

Fejiro Okifo

Khadija Ceesay

Desert Story

Khadija Ceesay

When the sun came back/ I was a full tree/with all the room in the desert to grow,

Khadija Ceesay

Predominantly Wild Imagination

Khadija Ceesay

I hope when they take my picture/I am filtered with bright exposure

Khadija Ceesay

Rohanna Ssanyu

Uncle Writes

Rohanna Ssanyu

She leaped from her window and became a swarm of bats.

Rohanna Ssanyu

Joshua Chizoma

Audio: Collector of Memories

Joshua Chizoma

A story from The Hope, The Prayer, The Anthem. Written by Joshua Chizoma. Read by Amanda.

Joshua Chizoma

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The Lives We Live

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Tovia Inokoba

Returning to Self: The Year My House Became a Home

Tovia Inokoba

Mayowa Fagbure

My Crown

Mayowa Fagbure

The connection between my identity as a Black woman and my relationship with my hair goes deep. It means acknowledging the history of my hair and why perms and wigs even exist as hair styling options.

Mayowa Fagbure

Suchet Baba

Ungodly

Suchet Baba

It was too late. We had tasted sin and seen that the repercussions were unclear and improbable.

Suchet Baba

Mustapha Enesi

A Caricature of Something Forgotten

Mustapha Enesi

Then I heard blog posts made money for writers. Like every click they got converted to money, like Linda Ikeji's blog. “When Google Ads enter your blog like this, you will blow.” So I tried blogging. I didn’t blow.

Mustapha Enesi

Plangdi Noel Neple

Cracked

Plangdi Noel Neple

I was a simple child then. Intelligent, but simple. I knew I wasn’t like most boys my age. I didn’t like football, nor did I enjoy fighting. I was called a girl so much I’m surprised it didn’t become a nickname.

Plangdi Noel Neple