THIS BODY, FULL OF GLASS |FORTUNE SIMEON

This is you, a girl, learning how to carve healing out of her wounds. You learnt…

FOR TODAY AND THOSE DAYS YOU WERE NOT HERE | NWABUISI KENNETH

I Now, as I write this, I can feel your ghostly stares hovering around me. I…

IN CONVERSATION WITH THE DEAD | PECULIAR C. ENE

There are times when thoughts of mother come flashing in my head, but all they bring…

WITHOUT GLOVES | JIM ROSS

Bloody footprints crisscross the gym’s locker room floor. “Where is this coming from?” I ask nobody…

THE MIRROR WITHOUT REFLECTION | DAVID NWAFOR

When the war broke out, it broke us into pieces like ceramic plates smashed against a…

A MARTYR’S DIARY | DEBASISH BANERJEE

The six feet high cemented statue of Hoshiyar Singh in emerald green uniform set within a…

JUST A KISS | JOHNSON EZEKIEL SUNDAY

Embracing her tightly to my heart, I said: “You are not going anywhere if you don’t…

GREEN PASTURES | FAITH MILLER

I do not remember when I first dreamed of the pasture. I do not remember not…

A DEVIATION FROM THE NORM | FATIMA ABDULLAHI

We could hear her all the way from our end. Being the last house on the…

The Wednesday Man | Bura-Bari Nwilo

While no one can predict the Lagos weather in July, Tuesdays have worked magic for me.…