The Incarnate

by Vivian Dindu Esimoleze

He brought out his phone. Opened his gallery and showed me the picture of the girl. I laughed it off. Bade him farewell and continued my journey. But I was restless throughout the day.
The truth is I also died three years ago. But this isn’t my body. The night I died, my soul entered the girl’s body.


by Favour Joshua Bill

Aboagye had served long enough to know there was defiance in those eyes. It could either be a good thing or not. Someday, if he had time to spare, he would like to train this lad. But tonight was not one of such days. He needed men who would cower to his orders. Men who never dare raise their eyes to their Commander. So turning his face away, he ended the staring match. Disqualified!

Ìyàwó Tuntun (The New Bride)

by Mayowa Oluwashanu

Without warning, she pulled her hands free from my grip and pushed me so hard that I landed on my backside. I saw Eri stood up, and neglecting my pain and hurt, I struggled to my feet and rushed to his side. He’d only cause more trouble for me.

The HIV Test Palaver

by Nkasiobi ‘Cassy’ Okey

My heart started pounding. I would start sweating even when there was no sun. I told my work chopper wetin dey, he said that we were covered by the blood of the lamb. Obara Hezekiah! Na elu fornication ka obara na-ekpuchi gi? Ijiot.

When Heaven Cries

by Treasure Momoh‎

“Oluwa, how dem take dey live for this place?” I said amidst grumbling, my Ghana accent obvious. Today has made it three months and two weeks Maami left the house, and two months since I visited her…Today seemed different from the last time. For some reason everybody seemed so peaceful unlike the last time when this place was choked up like where we dey buy saaka for the nighttime.

A Night of Error

by Taiwo Gbéolúwaga Akóredé‎

The night was covered with darkness. No light anywhere apart from the light from my torch. Around the compound, I moved. My heart was beating fast. I had heard stories of children that were kidnapped through cries and sounds. My fear increased. I couldn’t go back. I was desperate to see where the sound came from.

Kiss on an Empty Street

by Adeola Juwon

He has released her now; he’s holding her on her shoulder, looking into her face while his mouth says words I can’t hear. I wish the air can carry his words to me – the words that make Ola’s face flush red, her shoulders vibrating as she giggles.

The Cravings We Lost

by Kathryn Olushola‎

Usually, when people are caught like that, the urge to continue usually dies but instead, it fuelled yours. On your way out of the stadium, you told him about a quiet lane that your friend, Ifeanyi, had named. Ifeanyi called it ‘Lover’s Lane’.

Where’s Jessie?

by Chinecherem Maureen Anatuanya

I held back my tears. I didn’t want to imagine anything bad had happened. When Chike’s father came, I told him we couldn’t find Jessie. He called my parents and helped us search before they arrived. My mum had hardly stepped into the school before she started scolding me for not taking care of my brother.

Down The Memory Lane

by Dunu Iruoma

To the people of New Haven, it had been a news splash, featured on the cover page of the dailies, narrating the tragic demise of a teenage girl on her own birthday. To my family, it had been devastating, still is.