The Nigerian youth is a product of a culture of violence. The culture of violence in Nigeria has transcended our ancestry and it is only natural that we have imbibed parts, if not all of it. In a digital age, where the media and our phones give power to everyone regardless of who they are or how old they are, it was only a matter of time before the Nigerian youths learnt to digitalize that same culture online.
CategoriesOpen Call Our StoriesIt is mid-year and we have decided to make an open call for queer stories from queer writers. We are still dedicated to sharing diverse, impactful, and authentic stories from LGBTQ+ writers about anything and everything. We are open to receiving Fiction, Poetry, Creative Non-Fiction, Personal Essays, Fun Listicles, and any writing with a literary […]
Your closet is made of one-way mirrors.There is barely any room to breatheBut you have been there so longThat the claustrophobia has almost entirely waned.It’s cold.Your breath is clear in the crisp air,Fogging up the glass walls,Hiding your reflection.It’s better that way, you think,Failing at convincing yourself That the blurry reflection is not yours.Your closet […]
CategoriesComing Out Our StoriesWhen that door flung open that night, my life — past, present, and future — froze right before my eyes. I remembered the first time I got my period, and my dad freaking out. I thought about my chances of graduating with a first class. Or even graduating at all. I wondered what it would […]
CategoriesComing Out Our StoriesThe party was going well. Most people were having a nice time and we had just finished another round of games. We took a break for people to interact or dance before reconvening for more games. I had to use the restroom. The first two restrooms I tried to use were occupied. Typical of a […]
CategoriesComing Out Our StoriesI found myself in a closet yesterdayAnd it felt nothing like NarniaI was faced with the horrors of doomAnd crawling in there are the faces of gloomI see hungry claws and fangs in the darkAnd they are thirsty for blood – my bloodWith all might, I try to take flightBut I am repressed by the […]
CategoriesComing Out Our StoriesWe are pleased to announce the theme for April and May 2019 submissions on this platform as “Coming Out”. Have you come out? Do you plan to come out in the future? Have you had a failed attempt at coming out? Do you have thoughts around the concept of coming out? We want to share […]
CategoriesFirst Love Our StoriesFor you with a heart lost in a sad life, the one whose songs have been shut out from light… February 2015 He skipped to Bode’s canopy wearing a white shirt that had seen more beautiful mornings under the sun a while after the games were over. He called out to me with his arms […]
CategoriesFirst Love Our StoriesWhen you realize that you are different from the rest, you try to think of how it came to be, you try to figure out why it is the way it is and not the way it should be. You think of what might have made the difference and you try hard to ignore or […]
CategoriesFirst Love Our StoriesAs always, she’s smiling when you see her, radiating a light you wished you possessed. She bends slightly to whisper something into the ear of a girl seated next to her. They both burst out laughing and lean in close as though to ensure no one else hears their conversation. “They’re adorable,” your friend sighs, […]
