& because i have no courage to speak about this
They say mother and father named me Peace because they conceived me in the midst of turmoil.
But colour is country.
Mieso was a contradiction. It was the tenderness of a mother, but the distance of a father.
TJ Benson’s We Won’t Fade into Darkness, shortlisted for the Saraba Manuscript Prize, startle you with spine-tingling visions of a post-apocalyptic, technology-reconfigured Africa.
In this issue we feature writing and images beyond genre, outside any one theme, and made in the spirit of generosity.
For the first story in our new issue, we present to you “Losing my Father,” a chapter in Ola Osaze’s memoir of being a transgender man.
He walked close to her to watch the wonder of a girl’s laugh. It was out of place in their world, this manner of laughter.
He saw himself reflected in their pale skin, their African features, searching eyes.
You had no interest whatsoever in her work. Your interest never moved beyond the dedication page you knew your name was always sitting, elegantly.