REMEMBERING KEN SARO WIWA
(To a brisk, somewhat martial beat) By Niyi Osundare I saw brave Ken the other night Continue Reading
Kid For Hire
Leke was certain that having his own party was a bad idea, but this certainty only Continue Reading
‘The Ancestors Retired Me. I lost…’
‘You are the boy who looked after Gcazimbane? What happened to Continue Reading
She Flushed the Curse Out of Him
There was just one black worker close to my age. I can’t remember his name though Continue Reading
Mandela’s Nieces Will Fight Over You
“Our days as part of the poor walking class of Mzansi will soon be over. We’re Continue Reading
That Last Night in Christopher Okigbo’s Apartment
The war then was no longer an abstract rumour; it had become a palpable wound. Continue Reading
‘Yes, Dapo Adelugba, Even He’
By Phebean Ogundipe One year in Ede soon passed, and transfer came, of both of us, Continue Reading
‘My Daughter is Kissing a Murderer’
‘You were making plans to start up your firm when things went south with Dubem, so Continue Reading
Like Venom from Okigbo’s Boa
“Beasts cannot kill a man who is not afraid,” Chimenam had once told him, “their Continue Reading
And the Sea Roared
He began reading his judgment: “I’ve heard the argument of the state counsel and the Continue Reading