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Books are arguably the most pleasurable sources of knowledge. Through them, you experience worlds and cultures different from yours, peek into the minds of criminals, and walk in the shoes of geniuses. You learn how the world’s greatest empires were built, how to roast duck perfectly, and what really happened in the Nigerian Civil War – really, books are the key to the world. Many benefits of reading have been identified: stress relief, improved concentration and empathy, vocabulary expansion, and improved writing. Reading books, and not just newspaper articles and social media posts, stimulates the brain  and improves brain function – your brain is like a muscleRead More →

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Zaynab Quadri is a literature advocate who prefers to remain anonymous. Her writings, pictures, and book reviews will make you believe anew in the power of words. Enjoy this chat with her. Welcome to The Lityard, Zaynab. Please tell us a bit about yourself? Hello. My name is Zaynäb Quadri, a journalist, product photographer, and teacher. I have ambitions to be that crazy book lady if traveling the world with no money proves impossible. In the Nigerian (and perhaps much of the entire) literary web space, you are one of the strongest advocates for African literature; what inspired your love for African lit? I won’t romanticizeRead More →

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    Whatever we tell ogbo, ogbo must hear Whatever we tell ogba, ogba must accept O east wind, come quickly, rise with the sun, Carry these words on swift wings to Omo Ade Wherever his head may lay; Let duty come before adventure And let the west wind bring him home   Omo Ade ooo! Seven days after your departure, While our faces were still wet with tears We received some guests Strange men who told us they were friends of yours They brought us gifts, beautifully wrapped in the finest damask A place to rest their travelling feet Water for their faces andRead More →

Lucille Clifton

By Lucille Clifton won’t you celebrate with me what i have shaped into a kind of life? i had no model. born in babylon both nonwhite and woman what did i see to be except myself? i made it up here on this bridge between starshine and clay, my one hand holding tight my other hand; come celebrate with me that everyday something has tried to kill me and has failed. FacebooktwitterHatenaPocketRead More →

maya angelou

On the third anniversary of Maya Angelou’s death, here is a poem of hers that is not so widely known. Enjoy. Because we have forgotten our ancestors, our children no longer give us honor. Because we have lost the path our ancestors cleared kneeling in perilous undergrowth, our children cannot find their way. Because we have banished the God of our ancestors, our children cannot pray. Because the old wails of our ancestors have faded beyond our hearing, our children cannot hear us crying. Because we have abandoned our wisdom of mothering and fathering, our befuddled children give birth to children they neither want norRead More →

Look at her, face set in serious lines as she types words that you can barely make out on her computer. You’re close enough to read, but as always, your mind is someplace else. She turns to you and points at a word on one of the stapled sheets on the desk. “Qualities,” you say. She is writing your book, typing out previously printed chapters so she can flesh them out. The bulk of it is copied from the internet, but she doesn’t know that yet. She’s pretty, but she’s no Jane – no one else is. Everyone knows she loves you; you’d have toRead More →

Jowhor Ile

I first heard of Jowhor Ile when the orisa herself, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, mentioned his name in an interview and said we should look out for his debut novel. An endorsement from Adichie is not something to be taken lightly, so I immediately went on the hunt for the novel. It also made me very happy when I found out that the novel was set in Port Harcourt, which is one of my favorite cities ever. I finally caught up with Jowhor and we chatted over chilled beers. I found him very warm, eager, and completely without the airs typical of some writers. He agreedRead More →

Abandonment

  By Buhle Khanyile For three years after my father died I occasionally experienced what, in retrospect, were fleeting psychotic episodes. Without ceremony, a touch of light headedness would swirl in my forehead and spread, like fog, towards the back door of my brain. A feeling of urgency to call my father would overcome me. Reaching for my cellular phone I would stare at it for what felt like an eternity while I tried to recall his office number.  I ransacked my contacts list in a desperate search for a number that did not exist. At the time of his death, my father had been longRead More →

First of all, I am a huge fan of Toni Kan. Have been right from his days at Hints, when I religiously read his column week after week. Hints magazine was my guilty pleasure and I would indulge in my favorite writers; Helon Habila, Toni Kan and even Chidinma Awa Agwu. I was very excited when The Carnivorous City by Toni Kan was published by Cassava press this year and I really looked forward to laying my hands on it. I previously purchased Nights of the creaking bed by the same author, but it has been sitting on my TBR shelf for a while. ToniRead More →

  ANNOUNCING READERS’ AWARDS NIGERIA Lagos—26 January 2017 The Speech House International, initiators of Grill-And-Read programme, are happy to announce a call for nominations for the inaugural G&R Annual Readers’ Awards (GaRARA). The awards seek to recognise the contributions of the reading community to the socioeconomic development of the nation. The awards also recognises that readers occupy a position of influence in the society and that their collective strength can be harnessed to bring about change in the way reading and writing are perceived. The awards which will honour readers, authors, publishers, and organisations will come in 13 categories and will include the following: ReaderRead More →