Fiction

Khosa J.K. Chambalo | Memory Lane

The red earth of Malawi does not forget the footprints of its children. Even when the rain washes the surface clean,...
Essays & Reviews

‘Shèun Ominira-Bluejack | “Uneasy Lies The Head”

“I am an African! I owe my being to the hills and the valleys, the mountains and the glades, the rivers,...
Poetry

Cliff Burns | First Meeting

First Meeting You are the Otherbut from your pointof view so am I Inside Schrodinger’s Boxstaring at each otheruncertain what happens next Tribal peoplemeeting...
Fiction

Yagazie Chinekotam | The Old High Gate Hotel

The set of apartments sat like the last twelve cubes in a St. Louis sugar box. I could smell the aroma of...
Poetry

Newpanther | Chapter 9

Chapter 9 yesterdays agoI saw long haired hippies in black and whitereligious groupies squatting everywheretelling fortunes under Shaman trancedrop a bit of...
Poetry

Mark de Klerk | Playing Golf with Nelson Mandela

Playing Golf with Nelson Mandela Once again, I am in the roughfeeling inferior to the guy behind mewho keeps hitting holes-in-one.After a...
Poetry

Abigail George | Black Vulnerability, Black Stigma

Black vulnerability, black stigma There's a swamp in his breath, swampy breathvolcanic ash in his pink nostrils, dragonThe red light from the...
Fiction

Michael Barrington | A Toast to Africa

The message from the Regional Director was sparse and uncompromising—no explanations, only urgency. He should leave at once. His destination lay...

LAST MONTH...

The Permanence of Loss | A Conversation with Ìfẹ́olúwa Àyàndélé

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James Joy | How I Met My Kitten’s Father, and Other Lessons in Love

Our neighbour's stray cat is a patchwork of colors: white fur coat broken by a round grey spot on her back, and pointy orange...

Samuel Kozah | Facing West

West is the first fact of me. I have faced it for eighty years. My world is curved. The earth presses against my round edge...

B. Guserwa | A silent affection

My old man loves his wife, but you would never know it. You wouldn’t know it from the way he never says her name, from...

Nadia Ahidjo | Na Wetin Dat?

Kadi was slicing avocados for dinner when the first thing hit the roof. It was too loud to be a fruit or a branch....

Scott Frost | The First Thing They Take

The First Thing They Take I. before you learn your kradinis the first thing they take.not gently--nothing sort of exciting--but like a tax, they takeeven though...

Abigail George | Old Brown Sherry lullaby

He beat her black and blue when he was drunk (or) Old Brown Sherry lullaby On Friday nights, we would go to Spur and order steak,well-done. His...

RANDOM CONVERSATIONS

Jesutomisin Ipinmoye: Dreaming Outwards

A while back, African Writer Magazine published this great...

A Hero of his own Myth | Lawrence Winkler in Conversation

"What is your final destination…?" asked the South African...

Uzor Maxim Uzoatu: The Legend of Ben Tomoloju

The arts scene of Lagos, nay Nigeria, owes a...

Ogaga Ifowodo: Slipping a Stone in the Sling of Prose and Poetry

The name Ogaga Ifowodo, PhD., is familiar to many,...

“The artist is a person at a crossroads” – Francis B. Nyamnjoh

Cameroonian Scholar Francis B. Nyamnjoh on Art, Academia, indebtedness,...

Gender in African Literature Today: A Conversation with Asante Lucy Mtenje

Asante Lucy Mtenje is a Malawian academic, creative writer,...

“Literature Can Catalyze Transformation in Society”: A Conversation with Francis Egbokhare

Francis Egbokhare, poet, cultural critic and professor of linguistics...

Harry Garuba: In Praise of “the Thursday People”

Harry Garuba who passed in February 2020 was a...

Shadreck Chikoti: Speculative fiction is wide in its scope

Shadreck Chikoti is passionate about the development of writing...