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Call for submissions! We are open for submissions for our 7th issue. First, read our 6th issue for a feel of what we publish, then read our submission guidelines:efikomag.com/submission-gui…

Efikomag's tweet image. Call for submissions! We are open for submissions for our 7th issue.
First, read our 6th issue for a feel of what we publish, then read our submission guidelines:efikomag.com/submission-gui…

“She was playing dice with her fate, hanging it all on the uncertain affection of a man who had bellied his way into her eyes. But the dicing was enough for her...” —short story by Timothy Ugorji efikomag.com/ballad-for-the…


“Things I love age too fast, and time, like the rat it is, has left you half-eaten— your twinned consonants bellying the separate paths we must go.” Poem by Olumide Manuel efikomag.com/ode-to-my-adib…


"When she was sad, she never admitted it outright. She would simply say, “I need bole”, and off she would go, pink umbrella in hand, slippers slapping the wet ground, into the smoke and chaos of Mile 3." -short story by Tomilola Adejumo efikomag.com/rain-pepper-sm…


"Look up ahead, drone your eyes above Ellis Park, that wonderful picture, sinews of Johannesburg facing back against the sunshine" -Poem by Khulile Nxumalo & Sihle Ntuli efikomag.com/immigration/


“A week after the picture was taken, Folawe’s brother was found dead under his horse.” Short story byby Ọbáfẹ́mi Thanni efikomag.com/three-photogra…


"I may say I tried the best I could to stifle an instinct But the quiet invitation of your transparent gown…" Poem by Demilade Oladapo efikomag.com/recollections/


“A coalescing war is happening in the vineyard, shades of dark and light blue are losing to each other.” —Poem by Fiyinfoluwa Oladipo efikomag.com/the-green-vine…


"On Sunday mornings, I would tell the house that I was leaving for church but branch off to a street a few yards away to watch neighbourhood boys play soccer barefoot, using worn-out tyres as goal posts." - Michael Aromolaran efikomag.com/atheist-in-a-c…


“Because he was different, the conductor let a lofty hope bud within him, a hope too high for his type: love.” —by Timothy Ugorji efikomag.com/ballad-for-the…


“She used food to hold herself together. On the days when the hotel withheld salaries, when her period came late, when her mother called to ask for money she didn’t have—bole was her therapy.” efikomag.com/rain-pepper-sm…


Congratulations to our contributor, Othuke Umukoro, whose debut poetry collection, Fenestration, was recently published. Read his poem in Efiko: efikomag.com/collocation-sa… @Othuke__Umukoro

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Collocation, Saudade

Is this arrival, the knowledgethat alone doesnot always mean abandoned?


“Look up ahead, drone your eyes above Ellis Park, that wonderful picture, sinews of Johannesburg facing back against the sunshine” —Sihle Ntuli and @vknxu efikomag.com/immigration/


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This was a beautiful read. Well done, Timothy Ugorji! Thank you, @Efikomag for giving this beauty a home. efikomag.com/ballad-for-the…


“Unfortunately, despite Nigeria’s rich oral traditions and a growing Spoken Word Poetry scene, I daresay that the culture of producing albums in the genre remains underdeveloped.” An essay by Karo Enajemo efikomag.com/for-the-spoken…


“A week after the picture was taken, Folawe’s brother was found dead under his horse.” A short story by Ọbáfẹ́mi Thanni efikomag.com/three-photogra…


“A coalescing war is happening in the vineyard, shades of dark and light blue are losing to each other.” Poem by Fiyinfoluwa Oladipo efikomag.com/the-green-vine…


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