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SECOND CLASS BOY | JOHN CHIZOBA VINCENT

SECOND CLASS BOY | JOHN CHIZOBA VINCENT

Moment of embarking | Chitra Gopalakrishnan

In the half-light of dawn in September, the river Narmada glides tranquilly in the ancient riverine…

THE COLOUR OF SURVIVAL | STAR OKPEH

I am here. This is somewhere I once knew as home. So I am told. Everything…

WHEN PAIN LEAVES THE BODY AFTER A LOCKDOWN, WHERE DOES IT GO | JOHN CHIZOBA VINCENTS

Mother will visit again to say she is tired of holding her breath like a naira…

Leaving

Gladys walks into the restaurant and heads straight to where I’m seated. Through the glass windows…

Recycling

We are John Chizoba Vincents. We have lived in different bodies throughout many millennia. Many centuries…

Therapy

I don’t like coming here. But I have to. Because I don’t understand myself enough and…

Home is a Feeling

“What does it mean to mourn a place that does not exist?” Cameron Glover asks in…