‘The boys' eyes grazed the carpet and then each other guiltily. The youngest tried not to smile with shame.’
The mother woke to the sound of screaming. One of the sons was trying to take something from the other, and the youngest had found his lungs. She moved swiftly, past fatigue, throwing the robe over the places where she had been beaten, past the bedroom door, into the chill of the corridor, into the …
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‘The anglophone world, we have to infer, has run out of words for its own feelings.’
Daisy Hildyard on the wisdom of scarecrows.
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Lillian Fishman on texting, power and the ethics of leaving a friend on read.
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Two poems by Sylvia Legris.
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Ike Anya on universities, financial cuts and student protest.
‘I saw it all. Nobody here gives children ear, so I saw everything just by being quiet and doing like I dinor see.’
An extract from Dazzling by Chịkọdịlị Emelụmadụ.
‘Trouble was awake – we didn’t need anyone to tell us.’
New fiction by Adachioma Ezeano.
‘It’s a story that happens to you once and then lives with you forever.’
An excerpt from Vagabonds! by Eloghosa Osunde.
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Memoir by Emmanuel Iduma.
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