But Captain wasn’t done. The dog gave chase, its paws barely kissing the ground as it streaked after them like a demon released. The men glanced back again and again, hearts pounding, as though their gaze alone might keep the animal at bay.
Owuro’s Hunter | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ short story by Michael Olugbenga Olobadola
Owuro was a place rooted deep in doctrine. Here, witches weren’t figures of myth but threats prayed against from the pulpits and minarets. If the truth broke the surface, there would be blood.
Red Flag | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ short story by Haské Madabe
The kiss came slowly at first, exploratory, then deeper. Her hand slid up the side of his neck, drawing him in. The warmth between them swelled
Sniffles & Sneezes | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Janoma Omena
I am curled up under blankets
Surrounded by snot-filled tissues
Ginger tea that has long g
Prelude To Becoming | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Abubakar Ibrahim
& what else becomes of a boy who must unlearn the language of flowers? He carries silence the way a river carries the dead with resignation.
The Woman Who Builds | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Moremi Akano
She speaks to the air, and commands things to be
Borrowing from time’s closed pockets
To enrich the earth and make it better
silhouette of sunlight | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Iliya Kambai Dennis
lord, how many times have i prayed to crawl
back into my mother’s womb to be reborn as the sun?
A Life | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Johan T.K. Salihu
If only, if only
we knew what it was
the meaning of life
and what it does.
Breath(e) In Makoko Slums | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Ishola Joshua
her body speaks a language every fatherless home
in Makoko slums understands. The staple of fatherless children
is hardness, since the breadwinner has been baked by fate
Postpartum | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Elizabeth Akinsehinwa
I forgot how to inhale,
And the silence I felt,
Grew louder than his cries.