You pushed the doctor into the waters of desire and made him drown in it. What is it about sorrow that makes humans just want to do sensual things?

Sometimes, my roots—Ife, Babalawo, his cowries, the gods, maami—they make it hard not to believe.

To make things worse, she had no child—something that, in the eyes of her detractors, was the ultimate proof of her witchcraft.

I wondered what Mama was protecting about my late father. What dirty linen had she discovered and hidden before anyone came across it?

Imagine that as the song plays in your head, you wonder why your woman has chosen to change her skin.

Christina Purity bought a bottle full of curry spice and thyme and stuck it deep into her vagina so she could spice up her sex life

Shortlisted for the 2021 Afritondo Short story Prize

The first thing we saw was a big chimney that expelled the soot of lost brothers and sisters that couldn’t breathe anymore.

I don’t understand why a man should not once in a while prefer the natural feminine scent of his woman. All this fake fake perfume lifestyle is not my thing.

He was called farmer’s boy within the household, he said, because of what his fingers could do on a piece of farmland.

But then the war came, and they rapidly became adults, people who could make their own decisions.

When you give him rice, he barely eats a spoonful. You don’t know if it is because the rice is plain even for your standards or if it is because pain has filled his stomach.

I just remember that he looked like a man in no hurry, like he owned time.

Short story by Joshua Pregbaba

His eyes were what set him apart. But not because one pupil was black and the other blue. It was because, unlike the rest of the population, they held something aside from emptiness.

“You are young and firm. That is good. These days, fresh blood brings in more money.”

Papa had asked mama to make my hair in a special way; so instead of six cornrows, she made twelve and added green and blue beads to the ends of each braid.

Taylor quietly opens the unlocked door and follows the music to the living room.

The position of their body on the bed was an art. How they had made life and death so poetic and meaningful.

And he turned and walked deep into the forest, the protector that would never be seen or known, but eternally present.