You’d have to pardon me, I should have sent this in since Saturday. But Theatre Arts and laziness are two dangerous factors that could hinder a good man from achieving his dreams. But Thespis is a liar; I’ll...
blackyouthALL YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THE US-IRAN CONFLICT
Last week, the world woke up to the death of Gen. Qasem Soleimani, the head of the Quds Force in Iran. He had died in a U.S airstrike on Iraqi soil. Iran isn’t a calm nation, and this prompted people to go on...
DIARY OF A BROKE IBADAN BOY | PILOT EPISODE | Adewusi David
Coming up with a title for this diary was pretty easy. All I had to do was find a group that I completely identified with; one which resonated with my reality. Terming it broke wasn’t in any way unplanned, or an...
requiem for a young lover || Sodiq Oyèkànmí
climax is when she left you in the lurch to romance a simple text: “i’m gone, do not look for me.” tragedy is when you start fading away in the corner of your room like some words in a 70s...
STORY OF A CAT | Adewusi G. David
This particular story doesn’t start with this sentence. It doesn’t even start at the point I tell myself I want to write a story. It actually starts on a horrid Saturday afternoon existing in the smoldering embers that...
these verses are stained | Sodiq Oyèkànmí
i. mama, these verses are stained with yesteryears’ distress, today’s tears and red- black ink of sorrowful solitude. ii. my mama who art behind the clouds tell me how to attain...
CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS | BLACK YOUTH
Black Youth is now accepting submissions — short stories, poems, essays, critiques, photography and opinion articles from writers worldwide. All submissions should be emailed to blackyouthng@gmail.com and...
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...
Climate Change Is Your Business Too || Abimbola Abikoye
Climate change and peace are like two sides of the same coin. When one is treated with care, tactically and strategically, it effectively promotes the other but when treated with negligence and ineffectiveness, it fuels...
Colors in Cairo || Akinyemi Muhammed Adedeji
You are in the elevator, crowded only by your thoughts and a reflection of you in the elevator’s mirror. Your destination is the fifth floor, and you had boarded on the ground floor. You know there is the likelihood of...
Fire in the Hole | Dami Koya
The phrase you only die once seems to hold some iota of accuracy to a great number of the human populace; save for our protagonist Obiageli. For her, death came quite a few times throughout her existence, and each time...
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...
Serendipity || Saliu Fatihah Ade
it’s night time and you are not here, i pick up my phone hoping to find something of you somewhere but instead, i find myself turning on my music, and moving my body to the rhythm. i imagine us together, il...
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...
COLORS || Praise Osawaru Wordsmith
In my earliest memory, I see myself staring at the sky; wondering why it was blue and how it always seemed to follow me wherever I went. I remember questioning why the ocean was also blue, and...