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Chronicling the African Renaissance

About Sheba Anyanwu

Sheba Anyanwu grew up in Lagos, Nigeria and now lives in New York City. Here in New York she stomps on broken Manhattan sidewalks, eats alfresco in the summer and stands in cramped spaces in the subway, clinging on to handlebars for dear life.
Latest Posts | By Sheba Anyanwu
In Lagos, Everyone Is Trying To Hammer, And The Nail Is F*cking Bent
2 years ago

In Lagos, Everyone Is Trying To Hammer, And The Nail Is F*cking Bent

If Nigeria were a walking, talking, human being, Lagos would be its heart, beating profusely to the ribcage-shattering pound of all the people living inside it, desperately trying to reach …
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Love in the time of Nigerian passport
2 years ago

Love in the time of Nigerian passport

“He walks away, the sun goes down, he takes the day but I’m grown”– Amy Winehouse

They met in the most unusual way. Him sitting on a cold …
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My Father is a Nigerian Village Man
2 years ago

My Father is a Nigerian Village Man

“You know if anything happens, Lagos isn’t really your home, you have to go back to the village,” he would say seriously, as we merged onto the …
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Goodbye to the Girl I Once Was: A Placeholder
2 years ago

Goodbye to the Girl I Once Was: A Placeholder

“We weren’t dating, I was just a placeholder,” I say confidently, holding the mug to my lips, slit-like eyes watching you across the table, sipping coffee, my …
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American Girls Don’t Hand Wash Their Pant
2 years ago

American Girls Don’t Hand Wash Their Pant

American girls don’t hand wash their pant and all the other rubbish you’ll hear when you’re not paying attention.

I see London, I see France, …
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The Altar
2 years ago

The Altar

Aunty Ifeoma usually sits on a tall brown wooden stool in her bedroom. It is a creaky one, this stool. Every time she bends down to moisturize …
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Prison
3 years ago

Prison

She pushed the rusted gate and it shrieked open, swinging slowly like an aged person. Red lines trickle down her leg like colored spider webs crisscrossing over her …
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I Like My Food Extra Spicy: The culinary pains of being Nigerian at heart
3 years ago

I Like My Food Extra Spicy: The culinary pains of being Nigerian at heart

by Sheba Anyanwu

The culinary pains of being Nigerian at heart.

“How spicy …
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Letters to my Nigerian Grandma: I am lost in New York
3 years ago

Letters to my Nigerian Grandma: I am lost in New York

Adanna,

The beers here cost a lot, but not as much as the prices in Manhattan. You might not like that. In my quest …
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My Afropolitan Diary: Sheba Anyanwu
3 years ago

My Afropolitan Diary: Sheba Anyanwu

Wherever You Go, There You Are 

In the beginning, there was a transition. In snake-like fashion, I shed my skin, worn off like an old cloak, the beginning …
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