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Your puppy voice filled the house
Strengthening the Rusty irons and grey haired zincs
The felt young again, that place felt like home
For in that tiny bark sparked smiles on our faces
You know not your mother nor do I
I fed you my milk and you smelt of my soap
Forgive me, I wasn't dedicated as a real mother
On your insides you fed, from shrinking on those days

It brought hot tears to my eyes, as I picked the lice carefully
To spill only its blood and retain the little you have left
You didn't mind, your smile showed beautiful teeth
Your tail swaying ...losing some hairs but you didn't mind

In that dull pupil I saw a spark.. Some of us lack
The resolved understanding of things that matters
A steadfast commitment to maintain bonds
That delicate string that ties hearts together

I saw it as you graced my face with welcoming kisses
I didn't mind, the tears forming slowly numbed me
You stayed when others passed, lying stiff on their pool of hot urine
Larry, ah that old demon, that only terrori…

An Apology By Zoe Iyke

They say an eye for an eye makes the world go blind, yet there's no medication for the desire for vengeance that burns within the embers of the soul. No comedy with just enough distraction, no cure for a broken hymen, no energy to perform the conventional task following the clich├ęd "let go" litany. It is amazing how one can let go of one thing, only to take up several others; armed for a battle of one, with bullets meant for any head that won't duck; words for someone that's not listening, uncontrollable flashbacks of images bearing fresh pain...the very things that needs to be let go.
Time, they also say, takes every pain away, but my question is, how long? How long before someone else pays for the crime of another? Before a genuine friend is lost to the fear of trusting again? Before a heartbreak makes one heartless, believing the lie that that is the only way to survive? Just how long before it ruins our relationships? And so it was, that before I could heal o…

DEAR ECO WORLD, by Sandra Ngozi Nwaubani

Dear Eco-World,
You may not know me
But I know of you
You may actually know me,
Me who interrupts your unholy interactions at night,
Your version of my daytime
I long to see your world
Your vast Kingdoms
Whence you originated from

Your sinful world of elimination
And surviving your own genuine evil practices
Keeps me wondering about your faithlessness on humanity
Because of that I hate your lies!
Of evolution to be like us
You secretly relay your messages
Throughout in your Kingdoms languages

For that, we punish you!
Continuously collecting more and more of your species
For our unending experiments
Oh, you must hate humanity
And their ultimate intelligence
You must feel cheated to serve the human race
You have no intelligence but innocence
You have hatred and anger for me
Yet I feed you
Leave pieces of my meals for you
Then you feast with your members
I spy your crusades at night
Your allied forces you send
To smite the unforgivable humans
With all your nature’s endowment

Oh! Eco-World, I love when I hear from you

Interview with Ankara Press Authour, Chioma Iwunze-Ibiam

BBR: When Did you begin writing and what growing up experience helped you realise you had a literary bent?

Chioma: I started writing before I clocked 10. I can’t say when exactly , but I know I wasn’t yet 10. I started with diary entries and letters. I wrote many diary entries as a catharsis, an outlet for my sorrows.

When I was twelve, going on thirteen, all the teachers in the state went on strike and so our junior WAEC exams had to be postponed. I wrote and completed a YA novel in my spare-time and found a book cover design for it. Although, that book never got published, I began to consider of myself a writer.

BBR: You surprisingly studied Mathematics and now you write? Do you somehow wish you pursued a literary career from the outset?

Chioma: Yes and No.Yes, because, perhaps I would have fared better. And no, because I believe everything happens for a reason. Who knows, perhaps, I might have found that it limited my life’s choices? My degree in Mathematics and Computer Science hasn’t…

Interview with Ankara Press Writer, Amara Nicole Okolo

When Did you begin writing and what growing up experience helped you realise you had a literary bent?
I began writing at the age of ten. It was more of a spontaneous reaction that made me find this talent--I had been drawing a picture of a woman cooking with the help of her family, and I realized the art was vivid and had a story to tell, so I began writing straightaway. At the end, it came out as an illustrated children's book, The Fate of Ngozi, so I'd say my art took me down this part, I guess.

BBR: You also draw? Would you at any point pursue a career in the creatives?Like juggling your writings with your artworks?

AMARA: (Laughs) I really hope to! I have always toyed with the idea of becoming a fashion designer, owning an art gallery and being a real-life photographer...all the while as also a writer! I do not know how realistic it sounds for me to juggle all these at the same time, but I know it is not impossible. I will say I hope to do all I can to showcase all my talents…

Ankara Press!

If you read African literature often, you would come to the observation that romance is a rarely featured theme. When african writers want to include romance scenes, the paragraphs run off with great speed and trepidation as if they were afraid of chastisement. Only recently,our very own booker prize winner, Ben Okri won the 'Literary Review Bad Sex in Fiction Award' for his latest book, 'The Age Of Magic'. Most of our writers are too busy exploiting the third world condition of the continent that they forget that romance blooms on our soil too.

Therefore it was exciting when news came to the African literati about Ankara Press, an imprint of Cassava Republic. It was launched on Monday, 15th December 2014. Ankara Press is a fresh new voice publishing romantic fiction for the African market. It is already generating quite a lot of excitement within a short period of time.

Their mission? "Our mission is to publish a new kind of romance, in which the thrill of fan…


African people have special potentials which are actually concealed sometimes when the same Africans begin to think that civilization needs a definite Western life. Being black doesn’t always make you represent Africa but gives you an optional African identity. Below are ten tips on how to help you rock that African life that people won’t have any other option than to call you Africana.

Your Name
You deserve an African name, and not an American name. American people don’t have African names as their native names. You need a name that represents your origin. A name like Chika or Amina or Ayodele or Nyong’o gives you an example of what you would make your name. Your name means your identity. Being African without an African name is not allowed. Let your full name have no English name. If your middle name used to be English, it is time for you to send it to the grave. That oyibo name shall join your great grand mothers and fathers in no distant time.

Your Hair
It is your own hair, so you…