The Journal
Everything that began with a pen and printer paper.
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Essays
Notes, confessions, and arguments.
The Meditations
My therapist says I should write about the last two years, she says it’ll make me feel better.
The Lover’s Creed
I believe in love, the power above all, first of all emotions, the Star in the shadows. I believe that all things come from love, and from love, all things come.
My Therapist Tells Me
Notes on growth, grief, and the slow work of becoming.
And Now, There’s Five
There were six of us, those summers in Solu’s house, in the summer that didn’t end. There was Ziggy, our resident alte; Amal(Jumai), who really likes dolphins for some reason; Philip, who we would let into the group a bit later after a 7-pa
My Interview with God
A conversation with the thing that will not let you settle.
Of Mice and Men: Words for the Nigerian Digital Artist
I t’s a night like any other except for the fact that my laptop is broken and I can’t write. My handwriting is atrocious and so longhand is out of the option. Options. I look around for options. A piece of paper, some of my little brother’s
And Still, The Fire Grows
There’s a fire in the middle of the village at the edge of nowhere, and the villagers huddle around, their palms up, keeping the fire going. Protecting it from the wind. The wind sneaks in anyway, threatening the flames, telling it stories
High for Hours
On the come-down after the work is done.
When the Morning Comes
A tribute to my parents, who I honour and thank, for everything.
In and Out of Time
How an archive sits on three temporal axes at once.
I Have a Talk with 2019
A year-end letter to the self who started it all.
The Lazarus Pit: Covenant University, A Shame of Nigeria (III)
Bad water wey dey flow gan, e no fit carry us — Falz
Finding God
On faith, in a form that refused to look like religion.
The Death of Me
I was walking on the street when the panic attack came, and the sky cried red. The buildings collapsed all around me and every breath was…
What Love Is
The only essay I keep coming back to.
On Happiness
Why it has always been the wrong thing to chase.
October 20
What the country did that day. What we carry since.
(From Archives) Kingdom of Pharisees and Sadducees: Covenant University, the Shame of Nigeria I
“I was going to die, sooner or later, whether or not I had even spoken myself. My silences had not protected me. Your silences will not…
The Witches of Auchi
The origin note for the book that came later.
The Saturday Tale
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The Friday Tale
The Friday Tale. The restaurant is bare today, and I… | by Anthony Azekwoh | Medium
The Thursday Tale
It was the day she had been waiting for since she was only a little girl. Her palms were sweaty and her neck itched. Every woman in the…
The Wednesday Tale
“Pay attention to me.
The Tuesday Tale
The Tuesday Tale. Hi. My name is Ayo. And if you ever saw… | by Anthony Azekwoh | Medium
The Monday Tale
Nine was sharpening her neo-sword with a chunk of Seraphite they had gotten in their last mission. Seraphite could kill you if you held it…
The Sunday Tale
The Sunday Tale. “Love never dies a natural death. It… | by Anthony Azekwoh | Medium
Now Announcing The World Tales
Now Announcing: The World Tales. I’m working on a new ongoing series.
Arise, O Compatriots
Arise, O Compatriots. They wrote in the old days that it is… | by Anthony Azekwoh | Medium
Covenant University, The Shame: A Trilogy
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If I Ruled the World
If I Ruled the World. “The greatest leader is not necessarily… | by Anthony Azekwoh | Medium
The Life of a 1k Note
The Life of a 1k Note. Welcome, my dear friends. Our journey… | by Anthony Azekwoh | Medium
The Garden of Old Lagos
The Garden of Old Lagos. In the old days that were new, in what… | by Anthony Azekwoh | Medium
The Fortune Teller of Admiralty Way
The old weathered woman walked in the Bukka and all eyes were on her. She didn’t seem to mind, though, as she sauntered off to the main…
My Interview with Pastor Isioma Joshua
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The Man who could not Love
I met her, or rather, she met me at my nephew’s wedding. I swear you couldn’t miss her even if you tried. She was as tall as I was, around…
Where Do Nigerian Politicians Come From?
“Hell,” David said simply, nodding his head. “Definitely hell, nowhere else. I mean, guy, come on.”
The Power of One: Covenant University, A Shame of Nigeria (II)
A follow-up on the institution that tried to quiet its students.
My Dance with the Devil
On the things that take the wheel when you stop watching.
Weight for Me
On the body, the mirror, and the arithmetic people run on you.
Pour Me Another One
Taking care of your drunk friend is a saint-like exercise in restraint.
How to Make a Man of God: A Helpful Guide
Hey there, you.
In Search of Lost
In Search of Lost —. [2:30 am Friday, Shores of Bar Beach] | by Anthony Azekwoh | Medium
The Death of Me, You, Us.
My dearest Chika,
Blue Green Hair
Blue Green Hair. I had a very complicated relationship… | by Anthony Azekwoh | Medium
My Prayer
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The Day The Devil Came to Nigeria- Table of Contents
The Day The Devil Came to Nigeria- Table of Contents Intro William Shakespeare, Macbeth. Chapter 1- An Unexpected Court Visit Chapter 2- Kingdom of the Wicked Chapter 3- Land of Iniquity Chapter 4- …
Edwardsville by Heart: A Personal Odyssey
Bí ẹ̀mí bá wà, ìrètí ńbẹ.
My Interview with Michael Ewu
There are three things the typical Nigerian man is afraid of: God, homosexuality, feminism… and maybe moisturizing. Okay, four things…
My Child
Dear Mr. Martins,
Life Listens
“This is… it, isn’t it? I mean, this is all there is or will be for me, us, all of us. I grew up thinking that there was a purpose, you…
Short Stories
Fiction. Witches of Auchi genesis, and others.
The Witches of Auchi: Genesis — Chapter 2, The Frozen Heart
Second chapter. The warmth leaves the world.
The Witches of Auchi: Genesis — Chapter 1
The first chapter of the hardcover-in-progress.
Required Reading
A list of pieces, for anyone who would read them in order.
Time's Arrow
What the arrow knows about where it is going.
Garden of Old Lagos
Lagos as it was, Lagos as it still is underneath.
The Lagos Tale
A Lagos story that remembers its own ghosts.
In Search of Lost
Bar Beach at 2:30 am. A mother's warning about the mami wata.
Last Words
The sentence before the silence.
The Death of You, Me, Us
On the endings that come while you are still in the room.
Poetry
Lines, fragments, small pieces that did not want to become essays.