Bare by Theresa Ijachi
September 4, 2025 .
poetry
I’m nothing but a blank canvas,So you can paint me however you like,Red, green, blue … whatever colours,I’ll stay put ...
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September 4, 2025 .
poetry
I’m nothing but a blank canvas,So you can paint me however you like,Red, green, blue … whatever colours,I’ll stay put ...
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September 2, 2025 .
poetry
The tears fell again,But she found peace in them, because she loved the rain,She thought the tears a gem. She walked down the stre...
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July 3, 2025 .
poetry
Do you know I’m not as strong as I say I am?When you don’t call,That’s when the tears fall.Can you tell I’m not as sane as you thi...
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April 23, 2025 .
fiction
The original victim still lay forgotten in the sand, still writhing as concerned caregivers tried to make him comfortable with wat...
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March 27, 2025 .
fiction, stories
A stoic person, Yaya would very much be anywhere else but at the heart of Mafoluku, listening to music he’d grown up listening to,...
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February 25, 2025 .
africanliterature, Nonfiction, vagabonds
What manner of love is this? A love that endures. A love that believes. They don’t make them like this anymore, Bessem. They don’t...
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February 21, 2025 .
scarlet
The gangs did not cow to old men with massive paunches anymore. They deferred to youthful zeal and brutality, not outdated, restri...
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February 10, 2025 .
fiction
He did seem to hate him. Was it just because he was the oldest in the office? Did Adigun remind him of someone he disliked? ...
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February 15, 2025 .
scarlet, stories
“Better for you to confess now, so we find an arrangement that can see you do a light reformatory penance for your sins.’’ ...
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January 27, 2025 .
originals, stories
Snapping suddenly to an upright position, Yaya charged his shell-shocked attacker, who, caught ball-watching, stood helpless in th...
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