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Being Black By Michael Afenfia

Being Black By Michael Afenfia

Recent happenings, particularly the killing of George Floyd in Minneapolis by a police officer has made me ponder over my blackness. I am grateful for all the support and the almost universal cry for things to be done differently and for black people to be treated better, but is it enough? Maybe things will really get better this time, maybe they will not because racism like roots are buried deep in a person.But it’s a start.The whole world is outraged…

Michael Afenfia: Breakfast With Governor Ayade

Michael Afenfia: Breakfast with Governor Ayade

This stay at home order is doing a number on me. Honestly, it got me imagining things on the regular and my already creative mind is on overdrive. As if it didn’t paint enough mental pictures and make-believe scenarios before the lockdown, now the juices flow unabated and I see a story in everything. Since the outbreak of the pandemic, I even imagine the conversation my neighbour’s dogs are having in their house. Let me tell you what happened this…

[POEM] Perchance I Find? – Taiwo Oladele

[POEM] Perchance I Find? – Taiwo Oladele

Aren't we all incomplete? Every man a jigsaw missing a piece and for some, their peace Wandering the sore face of the surface of the earth A heart broken, lost, seeking and likewise sought That when the sought and the found find that which is sought The clock that second stops, hearts skip and the angels glee When two fitting parts click; the host of heaven sing Chanting in unison, a symphony of the rhythms of the heart Eureka! We…

For Reginald Dei And Others Murdered During The 2019 Elections

For Reginald Dei and Others Murdered during the 2019 Elections

When I told myself I wouldn’t write for three months, I lied. I’ve been restless, stealing glances at my laptop for days since that self-imposed hiatus, to regroup after a rather active and engaging start to the year. When I told myself I wouldn’t write, tweet, Facebook, make any Instagram post or comment on the recently concluded presidential elections, I lied. The truth is that my self-imposed speaking ban was killing me. I am pained and if you’ve ever bottled…

[SHORT STORY] This Thing Called Love By Olukorede S. Yishau

[SHORT STORY] This Thing Called Love by Olukorede S. Yishau

I resumed at Wells Petroleum Development Company's Warri office two months after I returned to Nigeria. The ambiance was good. The office environment was great. The residential area was out of this world. And my colleagues were great. A car was practically waiting for me before I inked the pen on the acceptance letter. All these had absolutely nothing to do with my father, who by then had unfortunately vanished. The circumstances of his disappearance, I assumed then, would haunt…

Open Letter From Tunde Ednut’s Phone

Open Letter from Tunde Ednut’s Phone

Hello, if you are reading this, let me start by introducing myself. I am Tunde Ednut’s phone, and I am only a couple months old. I won’t tell you what make or colour I am; I’ll leave all that to your imagination. Let me just say that my guardian, Mr. Tee, yes, that’s what I call him, has been exceedingly kind and generous towards me since I became his property. Why do I say Mr. Tee takes good care of me?…

[Poetry Contest] Write For Love 2019

[Poetry Contest] Write for Love 2019

Love would soon rent the air. And what better way to express it than to pen it in lines of beautiful poetry original to you – and get handsomely rewarded for it! Write a poem about what love is, can be and may have been to you. Make sure you are super-creative. Rules & Conditions Entry must be an original, unpublished poem in English. Entry must not exceed 40 lines. Follow @MichaelAfenfia on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter. Submit your entry…

Lydia, DNA And Death By Olukorede S. Yishau

Lydia, DNA and Death By Olukorede S. Yishau

The day after Tunmininu died, Mama Demola called Lydia to break the news to her. The two of them had been in constant touch since Demola's death. She screamed and was close to tears. The thought of anything happening to Demola jnr, her only hope, made her cringe with fear. Long after Mama Demola dropped the call, she was still troubled, not by Tunmininu's death, but by a fact she recently stumbled upon. Demola jnr had been sick and she…

My 2015 Prison Break

My 2015 Prison Break

This week, I decided to share a personal story, one about my visit to Okaka prison, Yenagoa, in 2015. It was a visit that opened my eyes to what it means to be truly free. It made me appreciate afresh what it means to go and come as one pleases and how a simple visit to someone locked away, from a person on the outside, even from a complete stranger, could mean so much to an abandoned inmate and uplift…

Call For Entries: JB AFENFIA FLASH FICTION CONTEST

Call for Entries: JB AFENFIA FLASH FICTION CONTEST

This season, you can WIN BIG with your creativity! Just write an original, unpublished story starting with “Mondays are like that” and share as a comment/reply to my post either Facebook, Twitter or Instagram. Entries on Facebook and Instagram must not exceed 100 words, and 280 characters on Twitter. Entry opens on Saturday, November 17, 2018 and closes by 11:59 pm on Saturday, December 22, 2018. All participants MUST like or follow @MichaelAfenfia on Facebook, Twitter & Instagram. Top 10…