Crisis

Somewhere in BornoIit lingers, the sorrow, like a mist as men sit on benches with tumblers of ginin hands, smoke from bummed cigars drifting aboutthe atmosphere—the only mechanismmy countrymen have invented to disembody ache.IIa foreigner once asked why the children herewear old faces: i told him to wear his caution perfectly well. the bullets don’t […]

It has become fashionable, in the last decade, to lament what some critics see as the estrangement of contemporary African literature from the continent it supposedly serves. This claim, which recurs with tedious regularity in festival panels, online debates, and academic essays alike, insists that African writers today have turned their gaze too decisively outward: […]

It was after class period and we were in the Chapel for afternoon prayers when the Rector of my school, St Joseph’s Minor Seminary (or SJS as we called it) Zaria, stormed in like he had lost his way; his face furrowed with fear. It was ominous seeing such a gigantic figure running in that […]