Thin streaks of blood streamed from Lin’s legs, her arms, and from Ruthie. Looking down, his own legs too, the scratches pouring red. Ruthie was crying, big, juddering sobs...
Candy Neubert | the bay https://t.co/I7UhpBfSdC
Giving this interview to @AfWriterMag was going down memory lane that's far and wide, but it was a most joyous experience. Please read it!
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The Commonwealth Short Story Prize takes the allegations of AI use in the 2026 Prize seriously. Looking ahead, we are committed to reviewing our processes to better consider the rapidly evolving risk of AI. We recognise the upset felt by our community, and reiterate our support for all of our writers, alumni, judges and partners.
Read our full statement: https://t.co/MKigVk4JX1
Papa filled spaces the way an electric bulb lit up a room. When he was around, we would all be so utterly subsumed in the euphoria of his warming glow, that we’d forget the possibility of even a single moment without him...
Victor Asogwa | Burning Sky https://t.co/zhaGLGgWsC
...from kitchen to room to kitchen, flirting with the knife
giving a life/
and taking it back,
until the August wind rises
blows the knife off the sill and into you.
Rachael Aiyke | For Jude… https://t.co/L8UB2yun9j
Na man wey don win the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction for Yankee… A man wey big pass, wey don teach kings… A famous man… And, most importantly, a man wey no go let you forget am.
‘Shèun and Bebe Ominira-Bluejack | Prof https://t.co/OwE1KCPq9T
I don’t remember when I first met Mrs. Aluko. I don’t remember much from the affair, honestly. All those experiences melted together under the heat of my youth...
Tosin Balogun | Ripples, Golden https://t.co/RvaYmWtgVy
‘Me and Ma’am’ by Lisa-Anne Julien is a day-in-the-life story about the tangled relationship between a domestic worker and her employer.
Selected as the Africa regional winner for its rich balance of humour, introspection and humanity, the story offers a nuanced exploration of class, care and solidarity in contemporary South Africa.
The story has been published on Granta: https://t.co/JhzEnM1ABI
Tourist, your shoebox
of toys turns into hours of silence
A white bunny
on a shelf
You read the ingredients on the back
of the petroleum jelly label
You wipe a sea
of brown sticky fingers
on my dress...
Abigail George | Livestock https://t.co/hjf0adUMNS
Last Friday, I touched an athlete’s Olympic gold medal for the first time in my life in Lagos.
Let me be honest… I checked it twice to be sure nobody would shout “please drop it” 😅
But in that moment, it hit me—winning isn’t loud. It’s heavy. Literally.
You could feel the years in it. The early mornings. The “one more try.” The days nobody clapped.
Funny thing is, from afar, gold looks shiny and simple. Up close? It feels like sacrifice wrapped in metal.
And somehow, holding it made everything clearer: Winning isn’t just about crossing the line… it’s about who you become while chasing it.
Still smiling about it. Still thinking too.
#winnermindset #Goldmedal #Olympic
The moment he realized I had the wrong number, he had made a joke. A dry one, poorly timed, yet seconds later, it had been unexpectedly hilarious. I laughed so hard my stomach folded in on itself...
Carolyn W. Gatonye | Ten Digits and a Lifetime https://t.co/qhU96jMevw
He was a man of umunthu, a person who understood that a human is a human through other humans. Yet, today he walked alone toward a place where humanity was stripped like bark from a tree...
Khosa J.K. Chambalo | Groaning of Prisoners https://t.co/DHOqtDoWiz
"I’ve always viewed the short story as a gambit of premise and outcome. A thing happens and then the story is in what happens after the thing happens..."
Jesutomisin Ipinmoye: Dreaming Outwards https://t.co/yNRnbqz4Zr via @AfWriterMag
Tonight we analyse the work of @CMushomoro where he demystifies the hypocrisy of most African funerals. Kilonzo gives a raw tribute to a petty thief murdered by a mob, reminding everyone about the failures of the departed. #AWarmPlaceBelowTheSurface courtesy @AfWriterMag
In modern day Britain, the Akòtó takes on a different type of protection... It stands as armour shaped by centuries of culture to make the wearer appear non-threatening...
Nailah Mahomed | The Helmets We Wear In Contemporary Britain https://t.co/89RPI7Uurm
Issue 25 submissions window opens May 1st to 31st, 2026.
We are open to entries across all genres: poetry, fiction, essays, one-acts, cultural profiles, art, & photography.
Guest editor (poetry): Loic Ekinga (@1stLoicYouKnow)
Click on the link in bio for full guidelines.
I acknowledge that my journey from here to wherever there is is a long and winding one. With any luck, that fact will prove to be part of the fun of getting there once I do...
‘Shèun Ominira-Bluejack | Juvenilia https://t.co/lKAE94v73n