Fiction and Poetry - Afrocritik

aubade with mo(u)rning birds the earth thumps like a body set to die the heart…

By Ogah Friday David I do not fret when my prayer refuses flight. Perhaps I…

Their mothers will soon go to the backyard, a big cockerel squawking in their grip,…

By Ement Amaku The cycle turns and turns like tumbleweeds blown by a whirlwind. Today,…

By Hassan Usman it’s 5:00 in the morning. I tiptoe towards the room’s oldest mirror…

By Olowo Qudus Opeyemi the shades of the night/ faded & metamorphosed into mild metaphors/…

By Psalmuel Benjamin If Nigeria Was a Bible, It Would Be the Gospel Without Jesus…

By Adedoyin Ajayi “Doyin!” No matter how much he tried, he could never quite pronounce…

By Sunday Saheed you hate to say it, but you’re still a stranger that looks…

By Jaachị Anyatọnwụ skinned knees & runny nose undersized shirts & patched shorts bible recitals…