Ugwuanyi Leo Anezichukwuihe I wish he would stop staring at me for real. All
Baaji Joseph Aondoakura My first episode occurred nearly seven years after Katoro. Afterwards, I would
Gospel Okoro // Winner, The Leonard Ugwuanyi Prize for Flash Fiction, 2024. …every now and
Mother says to pluck bitter leaves from the garden in the backyard, to make Ofe
In the cold silence of the starless night, the bed creaks slowly—almost wearily, as Ife
We’ve gradually fallen into the habit of patching things up, Mother and I. Like nodding
The love I have for Doremi is a watermark, not a pencil line. I tell
It is guilt that wakes me up from sleep and says that I don’t deserve
Aondona wants to think. But, the guy some seats away would not just stop blabbing.
I imagine God as a chubby, aged man that sits all day, clenching everything to