My grandmother, her gods and I (1)
My grandmother, her gods and I
By Okey Anueyiagu
When I was about eight years old...
Bipolar apart
Bipolar apart
By Lechi Eke
You are shouting without speaking
Lucid without words
The Replacement
The Replacement
By Lechi Eke
When she let him into her apartment, Ignatius perceived the scent...
The blood of a stranger
The blood of a stranger
By Lechi Eke
Ignatius called his father, against his will, for...
Like a Mirage in the Sun
Like a Mirage in the Sun
By Lechi Eke, in memory of Ignatius who died
Ege...
Her dress she flings and bares her virgin breasts!
Her dress she flings and bares her virgin breasts
By Lechi Eke
I know a brown...
50 crept in on her
The day my auntie turned 50, she sat all day in a state of stunned silence and looked withered like the daffodils...
Blood at Gethsemane
The first blood was drawn at Gethsemane where he prayed and burst his veins
By Lechi Eke
Playwriting is never complete until it’s staged
Prof. Hope Eghaghe speaking on playwriting, during the 8th edition of Reading Café, told the literary audience that writing a play is...
How to win an election in Nigeria
In Nigeria, election is not won at polling booths
By Lechi Eke
Leaving early in the...
