Call for Submissions
Yaba Left Review (YLR) is a stomping ground for exploring nostalgia in all its ramifications. For our first issue, we seek fiction and non-fiction submissions from both established and…
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Revisiting Arrows of Rain by Tade Ipadeola
The philosopher’s luxury consists in part of play with thought and phenomena. If, they may say, for example, a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it, does it register in…
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Of Home and Other Places We Claim — Adeola Opeyemi
What happens to them if they can’t diagnose me? They look like they are afraid of not just me but something beyond this austere room. They stay a few feet away, a barrier between us, and make…
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Poems by Benson Eluma
Myth of the Vestal Virgin It is time to set out for the crossroads.The vestal virgin, mother to all their mothers,Has something for them in the mirror —Image of herself nakedBefore the morning…
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Totems of A New Spring by Tunji Olalere
(For XX/X/XX)I The yellow moon is a wary eyeon the antics of the eveningand time folds into shapefor the ears that stalk it Shadows lean into shadowscross-pollinating chaos,the boughs of heads…
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A Poem by Uche Peter Umezurike
River Urashi Green is grey in the enigma of your smile. Your mouth, open: leafy breath mists my lips. Face of the Sphinx teases my thirst to understand this youth of windy spirits, his course…
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Two Poems by Ismail Bala
(after Menka Shivdasani) ‘How come your hair is so lustrous?’the tall pianist asked, and she,half-awake, said Kano city was full of lustreand sometimes the place got into your hair. He was a…
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A Poem by Femi Oyebode
‘Who shall now tell of my joy! From her shoulders to her waist, how fair is her proportion! When she moves, she is like branches waved by a gentle breeze. Silks from India are less soft than…
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Two Poems by ‘Femi Pope
We die at birth We die at birthAnd life is a postmortem journey thereafterEvery breath, a new incisionEvery act, a stripping of fascia from muscleMortality is a congenital (dis)order.…
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Two Poems by Olajide Salawu
Morénikéjì I can add my body to yoursand imaginethat under the ocean tonightwe take a communionagainst the world andwrite our names where the suncannot reach. It will be all darkand we don’t…
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