Fiction

Aníkúlápò – A Short Story

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Ìyá Àgbà Every ẹsẹ of Odù, every word of ìwúre, every atom of àfọ̀ṣẹ that would make this day had been wept for, sweated over and bled on by Ìyá Àgbà. Patience had never been her thing, she wanted all her things done now!

From Olongo Africa
On May 16, 2022
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Solitarius

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The boys filed into the school auditorium like young colonels marching in a single line.

From Olongo Africa
On April 18, 2021
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Monday Song: First Light

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I'll find a brand new breathing for you

From The Brick House Cooperative
On March 29, 2021
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Everyone Is An Island

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There were no answers in the vast endless ocean, only more questions.

From No Man Is an Island
On March 23, 2021
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