We invite Nigerian poets and literature lovers worldwide to submit their poems to the 2025 Eriata Oribhabor Poetry Prize for a chance to win ₦200,000 in cash prizes.
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STUDIOS OF SURVIVAL: A READING OF MOREMI FOLAKE AKANO’S ‘A WOMAN’S STUDIO’ by Soji Cole
“Of Deadlines, and Curated Chaos”: An Introduction to ‘BREATHE’ — CỌ́N-SCÌÒ Magazine (June 2025) by Jide Badmus
This “Breathe” issue is a literary buffet. I’m only able to take the lid off for the aroma to fill the room. I invite you to take a little break from the world’s chaos, grab a cup of your favourite beverage and fill your plate with this sumptuous meal of art.
MR NIGER-D | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ art by Ibrahim Ajani Lawal
Life’s vibrant cycle in green: the endless recycling of plant and animal life and unbroken journey of every breath.
Meditation | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ photospeak by Sulola Imran Abiola
This powerful monochrome image depicts deep absorption. Head back, eyes closed, the subject finds a private sanctuary, emphasizing how external noise fades when one connects with an inner rhythm or profound contemplation.
Hope | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ photospeak by Anyanwu David Chinedu
This captivating piece invites contemplation on the strength found in stepping towards the unknown, guided by an inner light and the promise of what’s to come.
Finding Chaos in Calm | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ art by Ojo Victoria Ilemobayo
A visual symphony where electric hues clash and swirl, yet the subject remains still, eyes closed, untouched by the surrounding storm. In the heart of distortion, serenity blooms — a radiant defiance against noise, movement, and uncertainty.
From the Editor’s Desk: A Breath of Fresh Air — CỌ́N-SCÌÒ Magazine ‘BREATHE’ Issue (June, 2025)
We invite you to immerse yourself in these pages, to find your moments of clarity, and to experience the liberating power of art that truly allows us to “Breathe.”
“History Books Cannot Be Trusted, So We Must Write Our Own Stories…“ | A CỌ́N-SCÌÒ Magazine Interview with Nana Sule
We have to write. History books cannot be trusted. We must write our stories, weave them into art, painting, poems—because at the very least, we have to let it be known that we tried. That we resisted. That we didn’t want this to happen, but it did.
