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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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Damned Insect

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It seems to him that he deserves the Nobel Prize for Laziness. He sees his head assassinated by idleness, digging swirls of silence in his blood in a similar way to digging gas lines in the street where he lives.

From Olongo Africa
On April 29, 2022
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Where Is Our Government?

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“We have a lot of insecurity in Nigeria. By road we are not safe. By train we are not safe”. (From a survivor of the Abuja-Kaduna Train bomb; Mon., March 28, 2022)

From Olongo Africa
On April 11, 2022
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Towards a Future of African Magazines

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Lack of funding is an unfortunate scenario that has bedeviled a great number of African literary magazines and companies like ours, too. Save for a number of magazines such as Omenana, Agbowo, Olongo Africa, Isele magazine, and others who pay, the many others do not.

From Olongo Africa
On April 3, 2022
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[Drama] Chief’s Hall of Justice

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Afternoon in a hall. A middle-aged woman, CHIEF, sits at a table on the podium, going through papers. A door opens and two female guards herd five men in handcuffs into the hall and make them stand in a line before the podium, in the order of their appearance. One, GUARD 1, stands by their side; the other, GUARD 2, by the door.

From Olongo Africa
On March 19, 2022
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Barter

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Barter Because it’s 1945 And the Allies put a war horse over a west African infantryman, A boy is traded for a horse.

From Olongo Africa
On February 15, 2022
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[New Year’s Eve Poem] Like a Semicolon

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The past year recedes

From Olongo Africa
On December 31, 2021
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First Principles

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There were bigger boys. Boys with the height of a pole and the bulk of a boxer. And they knew it, that they were bigger and dangerous and powerful. So, they taunted the smaller kids and took their lunches and asked them to hang upside down.

From Olongo Africa
On December 6, 2021
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Lonely Night the Poet Sells Himself as Lover to Dream

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Ernest O. Ògunyemi is a staff writer at Open Country Mag. His writing has appeared or is forthcoming in Joyland, Tinderbox, Sierra Nevada Review, Journal Nine, The Indianapolis Review, Down River Road, Capsule Stories, No Tokens, The West Review, The Dark Magazine, Mud Season Review, Agbowó, Isele, and in the anthology 20.35 Africa: An Anthology of Contemporary Poetry III. He is the curator of The Fire That Is Dreamed of: The Young African Poets.

From Olongo Africa
On November 29, 2021
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For When You Wake

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First you must imagine everything in sepia.

From Olongo Africa
On November 25, 2021
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Move Along, Gentleman

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She works for a Chinese family in a modest-serious restaurant specializing in buffets of Sushi. It’s temporary, for sure. Her apron waits expectantly, like a boxer’s towel, to be thrown into the hospitality ring. Minimum wage. Student gratuity. He wants better for her than this. Their battling at present, he’s fully aware, is his fault. […]

From Olongo Africa
On October 14, 2021
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There’s Nothing Quite Like a Dream

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This morning the air was serene and Tebogo took it all in. She was sitting on a rock at the Walter Sisulu Botanical Gardens, amongst the prettiest of flowers and the grandest of trees, reading The Waves by Virginia Woolf and occasionally pausing to breathe in the fresh air to take everything in. Tebogo knew that this is what she had come into life for.

From Olongo Africa
On September 24, 2021
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Ultimate Maestro – Victor Uwaifo (1941-2021)

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Siwo siwo siwo Siwoooooooooooooo

From Olongo Africa
On September 14, 2021
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