On Beginnings — A Note from the Founder ✍️
Some silences aren’t peaceful. Some aren’t resigned either. I’ve seen many silenced artisans fight against it all. The price of writing is steep. The price of not writing is steep. Between them, there’s only one path to relief. #Writing
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In the hands of Káyọ̀dé Ayọ̀bámi, the ordinary becomes unforgettable.
He writes of ponmo-water in crowded cabs, bicep-flexing mites in chicken coops, & hypnotic queues at buka spots—with unflinching imagery and wide-open senses.
#Poetry#AfricanPoetry#Ibadan
From Ibusa to Prague, through failed applications, lost loved ones, and bureaucratic obstacles, Ndubuisi invites us into a story of longing and becoming. A story of Nigeria’s brain drain, but also of the bright, resilient minds who survive it.
ArtisansQuill Call for Submissions:
Send us your new words in old bottles. Let us have Ijapa in Canada. Pitch us your new spins on folktales, fables, riddles, folklores. Serenade a beautiful woman. Create oriki. Create incantatory verses. Dirges. Elegies. Hunters’ songs.
“I know this path like the story beneath my name,
I know it much like the pulse within my body—
a dance with destiny in a shapeless room full of men.”
🖋️ — Daniel Aôndona, “Archaeology of the Heart”
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In “Archaeology of the Heart,” Daniel Aôndona quietly reckons with love, loss, and the soft futility of pride.
Each line feels like a whispered confession from the ruins we carry within.
Today, we are on Nigerian magicians. First on the list, as visited by Abdulbasit Yusuff, are the space shifters;load benders; lord of bus parks; first of their names.