Black Youth

Brother Femi || Mo Priye

Her clothes smudged with dirt, and a hair awry as the chewed mango on her juicy palms. Lying face down on her milk thighs is her baby, Tema, who just left brother Femi’s hands for a napkin change. The moment little Tema...

RESURRECTION

​I am trying to come up with a badass introduction to this piece (or whatever it is). But it’s not coming. I have written and cleared sentences, replaced words, paraphrased and all that shit. I guess I’ll...

CREW LOVE || DAMILOLA KOYA

​The crew shared everything. EVERYTHING. It was kind of easy to. We had all met at the same time; first virtually on a whatsapp group chat created for our would be Class of 2018— where our mutual tendency to cause a...

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