On the one year anniversary of her sister Nijah’s death, Kewa decides it’s time to confront her history. Armed with her best friend Tajudeen and powered by nostalgia, she sets out on an impulsive adventure through the streets of London to win back her ex-boyfriend- Makin. As Kewa navigates awkward taxi rides, drunken mishaps, and collisions with unexpected romantic interests, she finds that all roads lead to the past… But that doesn’t mean they don’t lead to new love.

This short story is a final testament by Zuo, a woman who writes her last will, blending legal directives with deeply personal reflections.

A short story collection that follows Wazila and the complicated relationship she has with her coworkers, her family, and herself.

This personal essay explores the evolution of my understanding of love, identity, and belonging through the lens of my fascination and fixation with Biafra.

An essay about world-building in queerness, community, and seeking fun above all else

“It encourages people from everywhere to dance, knowing that one day we will be able to do so free of plight, and able to submit fully to the stubborn, longstanding optimism of the genre.”

Kirimah is a brothel worker and trans woman that lives in Northern Nigeria. This story explores identity, the connection she develops with other brothel workers, and what it means to live in spite of.

‘Those who like me have been fated not to love according to the rules end up by overvaluing the question of love’. – Pier Paolo Pasolini

Itara and Jenue have been neighbours in a run of the mill apartment complex for a few months before Itara decides it's time to up and leave. With the clock ticking on their relationship, it is left to them both to decide whether they will say the things that have been building up in their hearts, or whether time and distance will tear them apart.

“Who is a woman? What makes a woman? And how can we put those who don’t conform to the traditions surrounding womanhood at the forefront of the struggle for equity and justice?”

It was supposed to be just a party…