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Chronicling the African Renaissance

Creative Writing

Virgin [Hair] stories: The First Time
7 months ago

Virgin [Hair] stories: The First Time

It took me a while but one day, all of a sudden, I loved it. I loved seeing how resistant its curls brushed against my comb. Curls no, coils. Every …
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A Tribute to Garissa Massacre Victims
1 year ago

A Tribute to Garissa Massacre Victims

A week ago I couldn’t wait to see my family

Excited to commune over the holiday break

All smiles and ablush at my new found love

Bursting with knowledge and …
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The Stabbed Souls
1 year ago

The Stabbed Souls

From fallow harvests thresh-field, He enmeshed, watchful, The hapless and unshaven souls About sackful stench of village strife, In procession to the subterranean shrine.

Their mouth-roofs shipwreck on Bougarabou drums, …
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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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Black Soul: Black Love Matters
2 years ago

Black Soul: Black Love Matters

Her mind always seemed to make love to the possibilities of forever. Forever was tempting. Forever tiptoed and slow danced in the darkest and deepest grooves of her brain—the basement …
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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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Listen
2 years ago

Listen

Faith. A word many of us have heard for as long as we can remember. Whether you refer to it in a spiritual/religious sense or practical sense …
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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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