Naomi Eseolojor // Winner, Wilson Okereke’s Prize for Short Story, 2024 Dolapo sat on her
Chinweizu Lydia//Winner, Outstanding Literary Artist of the Year, 2024 Before they moved into the new
In A, you meet on a dreary Sunday eve. 1. You’re the gentle new neighbour
It would take an hour to have me bleed out if I slit my wrists.
Dearest Mama, “It has been thirty years since I left home, without leaving a word
There was only one way out of the viewing centre and it was clear to
The skincare therapist tells me stories as she works on my body, as she makes
I You left. On that Friday night when I entered your room at Odenigwe, it
Fougère This is the love that becomes worship. You had been told that this love
Whiskey tastes better with misery. That’s absolutely correct; you think as you crumple the disposable