A story burns its presence on your skin, like the gazing eye in a photograph. You feel your own bareness and insecurity. You know what your love is worth: a great sacrifice: whatever it takes, to remain committed. The thought of dying often crosses your mind. And yet. Hope returns. Hope and survival are not discussed as a binary. If your life is full of holes, it is better than no life at all. Hope does not function as a feel-good supplement. It is like a thrust, a living-on, an anchorage.

The idea of survival is a rich place to begin any investigation about the value and mys­tery of human relations.



Kelechi Nwaike, “An autobiography.”

Tonye Willie-Pepple, “Cut.”

Adeyinka Elujoba, “Death is not the end.”

Paul Wairia, “Escape.”

Aisha Nelson, “Fear of the ‘morrow.”

Jen Thorpe, “Injured on Duty.”

Kate Hampton, “Learning.”

Sarah Haughn, “Notes upon returning to a marriage,” “From Bugembe.”

Omukuvah Otido, “Self-portrait as morally flexible gentleman,” “Proof by Induction.”



Damilola Yakubu, “Ireti.”

Glendaliz Camacho, “Dominoes.”

Alexander Ikawah, “Many-Coloured Brooms.”



Kabu Okai-Davies, “The Dream Within a Womb.”

Hal O’Leary, “To Die or Not To Die.”

Itoro Udofia, “Friendship.”


Cover photograph & portraits by Logor’ Oluwamuyiwa Adeyemi





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