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Becoming Ella|Flash Fiction|Nemine, Funge-owei Michael

  Toma threw half of her face into the open and gazed covetously at Ella’s mouth pressed into Mama’s veiny left breast. The other half of her face pressed against the wooden frame of the door. All that Toma wanted was to become Ella, Daddy’s tiny little thing. Get kissed in those glassy lips a hundred times. Gulp down Mama’s milk again and again. Then cry. Then get caressed in […]

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Dry Gin/ Short story/ Nemine, Funge-owei Michael

The pipes leading to my lungs got thinner and rusty. It was difficult to breath, like Kaduna was running out of air—even the sticky and adulterated form. I wanted to quit. Leave this little space. Place my heart on newly plowed fields, sprinkle water and let the sun stitch it. It is what you do to anything broken, everything shredded. After Halimah tore my heart into bits, I wanted another […]

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Ghosts on the loose/ series/ chapter 5

The sun rays flicked slowly, bringing in a feel of safety. Toma laid on the bed, eyes folded, hands clenched and lips tightened and drawn-out. It was how he folded in Maa’s arms in the night, to be hard, hard enough to repel the fear. I smiled and touched his lips, pushing them back gently. They melted, relaxing into a tender plane. Then he wiped his lips with his tongue […]

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The Night Masquerade: Here is an opportunity to read chapter one before its release date

The concluding volume of Nnedi Okorafor’s Binti trilogy: Binti: The Night Masquerade, is almost here. The book will be available, starting from the 16th of January.However, we now have the opportunity to have a taste of the much anticipated novel. Chapter one, which is subtitled Alien was published on Read it below. Chapter 1 Aliens It started with a nightmare . . . “We still cannot get out,” my […]

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Junior/ Fiction/ Written by Okeudo Emmanuel

Junior is seated on the dining table. He is saying something, some sort of a farewell speech. I stare at him from head to toe like I am searching for something. My eyes settle on his swinging legs, the gently hypnotic sways causes my mind to drift away, slowly like a leaf on gentle water current. The way junior swing his legs listlessly and without care reminds me that he […]

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