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The Journey of a Manuscript

I must begin this article by stating that few aspects of Nigeria’s history have held me captive like the coup of January 15 1966. For close to a decade, well after I left university, I have been...

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Maik Nwosu: My Influences are a Collage of the Crossroads

Sola Osofisan interviews Maik Nwosu, poet, novelist, journalist and associate professor of African and world literature at the University of Denver, Colorado. Maik Nwosu is the author of The Suns of...

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Lagos and a Life of the Poets

The writer is a product of his own society; and the story of all great writers from ages to ages has revolved around the very environment in which they grew up. In this fascinating essay, told in an...

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Wole Soyinka, Igbo Cyber-Discourse, and the Myth of the Good Yoruba

In the postcolonial and cultural theory part of my work, I teach something called the production of otherness at the graduate level. It has to do with how people, voices, or forces who perceive...

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The Horsemen: Poems by Obi Nwakanma

The Horsemen for Christopher Okigbo Emmanuel Ifeajuna & Chukwuma Nzeogwu I It was a room above the alcove in a city renewed by junipers And by desires… Stripped of words, the moments recalled;...

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Good Night, Nike Adesuyi: So Long a Night!

CYCLES (For Nosa) Days come, Days go, Each writes a distinct Paragraph in the essay of our lives. Some wield knives of disillusion; lacerate the skin of fate and every drop of blood imprisons the light...

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Obi Nwakanma: Blacksoil

BLACKSOIL In the thrush of blacksoil The forests are so dark they swallow Sunlight – In the valley of your mothers Where the river, Omambala Nicknamed the Niger Daughter of the goddess Idemili – Flows:...

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Obi Nwakanma: From Indigo Streets

From Indigo Streets 1 Hermes, quiet, not contrite lies In his empty catacomb, prisoner Of conscience – “Hermes!” the roar of the jailer, His bulk filling his shadow splayed Like the wide cubit of a...

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Obi Nwakanma: Indigo Streets XXII-XIV

Indigo Streets XXII-XIV XXII One day we crouched under the flowerbeds Running from the deep wisdom of science And the guile of politics Hiding from the tax collector From the immigration squad And...

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