SCENE 1 As the curtain rises, the warm glow of light illuminates OGARANYA’s home.
Chukwuebuka Freedom Onyishi What is the metaphor of our dreams in these Fungi lands
Tares Oburumu My grandfather is seated next to his trauma visible in the war-photo. And
Adebayo Samuel and I would gently enter into that dream, wide awake, my feet
Chimezie Umeoka Gods. The thing about gods is that Their stories are written in ever
Mohammed Sanni Olowojoyin Like every burning image asks for water, He asks why everything
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
Naomi Eseolojor // Winner, Wilson Okereke’s Prize for Short Story, 2024 Dolapo sat on her