Monthly Archives : December 2016

The Many Sides To Nudity By Michelle Ekunno


Moral compunctions want to close your eyes but how do you interrogate the new nakedness with eyes closed? It’s a cop-out. Before now, you needed to go out of your way to espy the female physique. It showcased behind closed doors, both real and symbolic. You had to make an effort to access Playboy or Penthouse magazine. Internet was hardly…






Read More »

Unreliable Nipples by Halima Aliyu


Tochi was hiding behind the water tank again, watching for him. Her yellow patterned dress stopped just below her knees and did not prevent the slow evening breeze from caressing her calves. Suddenly, she heard her name. Her stomach flipped as if she had just inhaled a jar of antiseptic. She straightened and began to walk away. When he called…






Read More »

Yoyin of the Captivating Form by Rafeeat Aliyu


This story is set in a time when hunting was the profession of choice. Everybody who could would send their sons and daughters to go and apprentice with the hunters, who were admired for the bravery they showed when they disappeared into the forest. Few hunters made it back from the forest alive, but when they did, they came back…






Read More »

How to Heal Old Wounds by Lind Grant-Oyeye


I heard this house on our mangled street was bought in a hurry but it really does carry its weight and age well: A bird spread-eagled against paled clouds. Timeless Barbie in a modern world of plastics. This over-dressed garden could make for easy loving but the tips of fatigued flowers steal rest from those pretend fawning of lovers fighting.…






Read More »

Will My Life Be the Same Again? by Temitayo Olofinlua


Aunty Bukola’s prayers began the very day she received the good news. Enitan, her niece, had given birth. The devil would not catch her slacking, the way he caught her twenty-five years ago. Aunty Bukola believes that lone incident to be the reason why she remains unmarried to date. Madness transfers by blood and sex, so when her younger sister,…






Read More »

The Dress That Fed the Suit by Zukiswa Wanner


Dear Phil, By the time you read this letter, I will be dead. I’m not sure how you will feel about my death since you have been killing me mentally bit by bit ever since that day, many weeks ago, when Terry jumped out of our bedroom window in his underwear. Maybe you will finally forgive me. Maybe society will…






Read More »