I see a doctor twice a week, my lifespan reduces by 2 ounces.
What kind of fervour makes my femur feeble for fever’s fang?
What the Earth Told Me in Silence | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Nathan Felix
So, we speak—not because we are brave,
but because silence is heavier than truth.
An Ehi Speaks | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ short story by Adesuwa Agbonile
And then one morning, the ground on top of my grandfather softened into a mouth, and from it came a wheezing laugh. I had done it. I ran to my lab and saw that my computers were tracking the movements inside the glass box. They told me that the ions in my box were spinning. They were spinning, and they would never stop.
Three Words | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Alexander Izang
let this be a beautiful, good morning to you,
let it renew the butterflies in your belly,
Strange Exile | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by John Chizoba Vincent
Today, the ocean looks like a rich aunt’s necklace.
Tomorrow, it becomes the shape of a demon
“A Language That Cannot Describe The Modern World Will Be Abandoned“ | A CỌ́N-SCÌÒ Magazine Interview with Àrẹ̀mọ Gemini
Custodians must expand the language by creating new metaphors, adapting it to technology, film, music, literature, and scholarship. A language that cannot describe the modern world will be abandoned. A custodian makes sure Yorùbá can talk about today without losing its soul or getting watered down.
“The Currency of Time”: An Introduction to ‘CURRENT’ — CỌ́N-SCÌÒ Magazine (June 2026) by Su’ur Su’eddie Vershima Agema
…this issue is a glorious harvest that shows the currency of time as a convergence of many streams: the past flowing into the future, tradition meeting innovation, private memory encountering public history, and individual voices joining larger conversations
WHAT DOES LOVE MEAN? | A Review of Uche Uwadinachi’s ‘The Constituency of Your Lips’
In “The Constituency of Your Lips”, love goes further than romantic attraction; it becomes a search for truth, an attempt to, as the author himself puts it “interrogate that fragile space where love and leadership intersect — where the personal meets the political.”
THE COUNTRY BREATHES: Announcing the Winners of the 2025 Eriata Oribhabor Poetry Prize (EOPP)
The winning poems stood out for their exceptional craft, emotional weight, and their ability to capture the complexities of the human and national experience.
SATIRE AND SEED: THE UNENDING BLOOM OF COLONIALISM | A Review of Tares Oburumu’s ‘Flora’s Love Colony’
The poems are an adventure into the vast world of interracial affairs, producing for their immediacy the obsession with cultural integrity and boundary sensibility. This in itself is not the ultimate denunciation of the interference so addressed; rather, it undergirds the multiple thematic tours from personal to societal concerns.