There was a little flower in my head, with the color of the sun and bosoms resting on the stem like a full moon. This flower was once in my eye. In the day, it will tickle my cheeks and stain my lips with laughter. In the night, it will summon my own soldiers so… Continue reading Another Little Flower/poetry
Am I supposed to be happy that it happened? That one barren and cold night threw us apart? Not physical throw. Something like cutting our souls apart. That mystic chord that once fused us, like a covalent bond. Am I supposed to let my eyes turn to a leaking reservoir? Like how mother will sit… Continue reading That Thing in your Stomach
It is a delight to us and indeed to every writer out there, that entries are now open for the 2018 edition of the commonwealth short story prize. The Commonwealth short story prize which is opened to writers that have not been published or whose works have not been published, is an annual award aimed… Continue reading That time of the year is here again! 2018 Commonwealth short story prize open for entries.
“Something must be wrong with your head” shouted my mother in law as she stood up shaking like a bull dog about to pounce on an intruder. She was so angry one would think that I was the cause of all her problems in life. Well, technically, to her, I was. I had bewitched her… Continue reading Tales of a Nigerian House Wife/ By Addy Jennifer/ Story
I was bare, assailable, groping For your wings to run over me And lace me with warmth. But you never came. The night showed me your shadow, Weeping and groping around my wall. The wind brought you through the window And you hovered around the little lamp And ran the shadows of your fingers over… Continue reading What It Means To Grow Up Without You/ poetry
A relationship, a seemingly heterogeneous union, a strange character, mildly alien to your person, walking into you, to be part of you-- how do you feel about it? The story from the award winning author and activist. In the quiet carriage we sat angled away from each other. We always rode the quiet carriage, but… Continue reading Read Chimamanda Adichie’s new short story– How did you feel about it?
As the evening breeze hit her skin and sent shivers down her spine, she knew it was time to go home.The trees had began to change into unpredictable daunting shadows and the sun was was already falling asleep as she rowed her canoe full of plantains and yams just harvested from her fathers farm across… Continue reading Choosing Traditions/ Written by Jennifer Addy/ Short Story