The winner of September giveaway is Esohe Iyare
This giveaway is courtesy of SprinNG and Roving Heights Bookstore.
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By Muhammed Olowonjoyin
I’m in a universe, trying to milk crumbs
Of dying things from my body. To love this
Place of haunting mistakes. To trust that my
Body is my body.
In this dream, I’m traipsing out
Of a garden of agaves into the city
My body paints
Itself black because boys like me are
Formed by prisms that refract lights our
Bodies will never glow.
A MIRROR REFLECTION OF A SOCIETY PLAGUED BY CLASS INEQUALITY: A REVIEW OF AYỌ̀BÁMI ADÉBÁYỌ̀'S A SPELL OF GOOD THINGS
By Ilerioluwa Olatunde
"She had never been able to shake the sense that life was war, a series of battles with the occasional spell of good things."
In A Spell of Good Things, Ayọ̀bámi Adébáyọ̀ masterfully reveals the harsh realities of class inequality by infusing her life experiences into the narrative. Inspired by her upbringing in Nigeria, she vividly captures the stark contrast between her privileged origins as the daughter of a medical doctor and the eye-opening encounter with an improvised neighborhood during a detour on her way home from work in Ilé-Ifẹ̀, as she revealed in a recent interview with The Guardian. This personal experience gave her a setting for one strand of her novel.
After reading her debut novel, Stay with Me, I have always appreciated Ayọ̀bámi Adébáyọ̀ as a writer. While Stay with Me delved into the personal struggles of a young couple who face the pressure of infertility and the weight of tradition, A Spell of Good Things explores the complexities of human relationships within a broader context of social and political turmoil.
By Olalekan Daniel Kehinde
Tonight, nightingales harvest bullets like dead melodies
plucked from requiems running in cleft mouths.
The moon drinks a cupful of souls & belches ruined beams
on festering bodies. There is a cloak in the shape of darkness
rechristening us at the altar of our own blood, resting our bones
on earth's fur — the dark's a reaver, river of ribcages.
By Sarah Eno Obongha
On Saturday, the sky had dimmed its light, and the weather had become cooler than earlier. The loud, offensive, and uneven sounds from the butcher rooms had reduced, but the locker room came alive because those for both the afternoon shift and night shift were conversing about the absence of light, which lasted for about 7 hours the previous day, and how it affected the storage of their company’s meat. Anthony joined in the conversation a little. He said he closed quite late before the power returned, and the bodies of the ram in the ram's room were beginning to smell. He added that a wall was leaking in the goat's room, and he suspects that a freezer had gone bad upstairs, and the meat in it had defrosted. Anthony told Joshua, his closest friend at work, that he came in earlier than usual because he wanted to leave early back home to attend his nephew’s birthday.
“Your nephew is about nine years old. Why would his birthday be celebrated at night?” Joshua asked, “It's the weekend, and it’s our family's tradition to have a celebration with everyone around; you know we still stay together in our grandfather’s house,” Anthony responded. “That’s true, meaning say, if you marry, you, your wife, and children go stay there too?” “Yes, that’s before we start having children. I wouldn’t want to be there with my entire family, as long as there are enough rooms for us and our family. I think I have stayed there long enough.”
“I envy the fact that you don’t pay rent.”
“And I envy the fact that you have your privacy.”
By Moshkur Ajikobi
I had wanted to paint a self-portrait of euphoria
in the hands of its seeker,
but this one, too, dragged & locked me
inside my room.
my faulty fan heard my incoherent soliloquy.
When it stopped fanning, I knew, someday,
it'd find another means of serving me.