Fiction

Ireti


First published in the Survival Issue.


 

Perhaps it was the colour of her eye-liner – swimming-pool blue – that made me wonder if she had been crying.…

Writivism Stories 2015: Justice

By Adeola Opeyemi Salau—


Of all the days to die, you die on a Saturday morning with the grime of Friday night clubbing clung to your skin.…

Writivism Stories 2015: Lagos Doesn’t Care

By SOCRATES MBAMALU

Rashidat had just completed her secondary school education and was waiting on life to give her new directions. She’d been hanging around Seun since the day he moved into the neighbourhood. Her breasts were big and her …

Writivism Stories 2015: Curd

By VALÉRIE BAH


Just before Sunday feast the cheese maker hovers over the pasteurizer, checking on the last batch of curd. He dips a thermometer into the vat and reads it, bowing his head with the same reverence he displayed …

Writivism 2015 Stories: Overcome

by CHIVIMBISO GAVA

I knew I was in trouble when the red rivers of my body did not flow for several months. My menstrual cycle had always been unusual, but it had never evaded me for more than a month …

Writivism 2015 Stories: Juliet

By MAGUNGA WILLIAMS

The big toe on your left leg hurts. It throbs with a pain so violent that you walk with a limp. Your right leg steps harder than usual. Your left drags lightly above ground.

James, your friend, …

Memory on Canvas

He throws his frustration at the canvas, and with every stroke he makes a stab at forgetting; forgetting what she looked like; forgetting why he failed her.

There was such a time when he took pride in the decision he …

When I was writing my bones

ABEOKUTA

I’m sitting on the cold floor of a hotel room in a strange town, crying. I’ve finally figured out why I came here. It wasn’t for solitude, as I had convinced myself and told my sisters when I left …

Strangers

 

by TONI KAN

 

 

NOBODY saw them arrive.

But believe me when I say that everyone knew when they left; none of us on that street will forget even if we lived to be hundred.

They were two …

Spiritual Attack

NNEKA WENT to work in spite of what happened the previous day. Yesterday, she arrived at work and stared blankly at the Finacle software after she tried to log in for the fourth time. The veracity of the whispers she …

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