One of the quiet triumphs of The Ways We Fought is its sense of Africanity that does not require assertion. It lives in the rhythm of speech, the weight of names, the presence of community that is, at once, protective in some ways, destructive in more, and always complicit.
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
CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS: Share Your Creativity in CỌ́N-SCÌÒ Magazine’s ‘BREATHE’ Issue (June 2025)
What does it mean to BREATHE? 🤔 CỌ́N-SCÌÒ MAGAZINE Issue 5, Vol 1 (June 2025) dives deep into this vital act. We’re seeking your poetry, prose, articles, and visuals on this universal concept. Submit by June 15th!
Slum & Transition | two CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poems by S. Su’eddie Vershima Agema
In my mother’s village, it happens again—
herders invade, fields burn, and another slum rises.
A Table Where I Am The Breakfast | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Oluwatobi Ezekiel Poroye
my country invites me
to a table where
I am the breakfast.
“The Future of African Poetry Fills Me With So Much Urgency…“ | A CỌ́N-SCÌÒ Magazine Interview with Adedayo Agarau
The future of African poetry fills me with so much urgency. My vision for the future is practical: more African-led publishing houses, more translation projects between African languages, and more platforms for critical dialogue.
IN THE QUIET, PEACE | a poem by Ajayi Taiwo Paul
We have carried the weight of their names on our tongues, in our hearts, and it has been heavy. But now, let us lay that weight down, not in forgetting, but in honoring.
Childhood Trauma & Creativity: Navigating The Ethical Tightrope of Personal Writing | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ essay by Kukogho Samson
Self-censorship is painful, excruciating, debilitating… It feels like a betrayal of self, an abuse of my creative impulse, and self-entrapment in a cycle of doubt and frustration.
SERENDIPITY | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ short story by Popoola Ololade Aderemi
You see the barely noticeable smile on her face. Her face. In a split second, you sweep your gaze over it and rest your eyes on the birthmark above her eyebrow. You wonder if this is what love feels like.