issue II

March 2020

fiction
Number 577961
Nze Sylva Ifedigbo

The harmattan came that morning, throwing a blanket over the sun and filling nostrils with the smell of Christmas coming. The daytime darkness it caused was unnerving to the people of Eko. Orisha, the white garment preacher who had dreadlocks that looked like

  • Fiction
  • Comedy
poetry
Second Son
Grim Hunny

There may be no mention of your name

no legacy to impregnate with grandeur over drinks;

the mythos of your being lies underneath the lid of a marble box with what is left of you

  • Poetry
  • Free Verse
A Nap in November
Seun Osho

In the humid warmth, 

the smells of the city 

are carried by airless breeze

  • Poetry
  • Free Verse
music
Ketchup on Everything
Ovye
  • Music
  • Rhythm and Blues
video
Breath of Water
Njoku Uzochukwu
  • Animation

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