Kokende Liboso Eza Kokoma Te: On Contiguous Narratives and Poetic Cosmologies is a project by Laboratoire Kontempo, curated by Dzekashu MacViban. You can read the announcement in French here and in German here. The theorization of contemporary art and art…
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Nineteen Ways of Looking at Awono
“Great poetry lives in a state of perpetual transformation, perpetual translation: the poem dies when it has no place to go.” (Weinberger, 1987) Poetry translation is an endeavour of passion, for it may bring cultural enrichment but seldom economic…
Sugartown
Grace was not like us: she skipped goat-roasting gatherings when our children got jobs outside Sugartown; when our children were getting circumcised and we erupted in ululations on the surgeon’s final whistle; when one of us gave birth and we…
Some Things Are Most Beautiful in the Dark
Image Credit: AtlasbyAtlas Studio, Shutterstock.com 1. Mother pressed the sweltering blade deeper into my left thigh, ignoring my scream this time. The blood was a thin streak of bluish-red. She sighed and wiped it off my thigh with…
Bad Lake
François and his two colleagues, Fondzenyuy, and Murphy, stared at the gas siphoning system installed in Lake Nyos with excitement. Two very long polyethylene pipes set up vertically from the bottom of the lake to its surface emerged in the…
Sane Sundays
cliquez ici pour lire la version en français Where the sun is brightest, where all the main roads in Kimboh meet, the man sits and glares into thin air. The Harmattan breeze has come with great gifts: pieces of papers…
Une bataille aux crachats
Image: Crazy nook ( shutterstock) click here to read in English On me dit que le pays est anémié Les vampires l’ont vidé de son sang Que bientôt le rideau des ombres Nous séparera de lui — Géraldin Mpesse « Libérez…
Your Feet Will Lead You Where Your Heart Is: Introducing a Short Story Anthology
These stories, through the prism of empathy, form a kaleidoscope of realities and experiences that, ultimately, portray us all as beings in quest of peace, love, and a sense of belonging.
Partir c’est mourir un peu
Aller à l’étranger quand on est camerounais… Un calvaire selon certains, un conte surréaliste pour d’autres…
Taxi Drivers Who Drive Us Nowhere
Lagos, my friend says, is sick in both senses of the word; a city dealing with Dissociative Identity Disorder, with an emphasis on Dissociative…
