The MFA Chronicles: Abdulkareem Abdulkareem
The MFA Chronicles blog series offers perspective on the experiences of Nigerian writers who are currently on MFA programs, shedding
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The MFA Chronicles blog series offers perspective on the experiences of Nigerian writers who are currently on MFA programs, shedding
Ali arrived at school that morning, covered in bruises. It was clear he had faced his father’s anger the previous
Who dares reject the proposal of the gods? Or the love offered by the one they’ve chosen as their oracle
As an engineer going through a divorce, I often came to this nightclub to unwind. Tonight, with R. Kelly’s “Step
I am a pilgrimmeandering throughvicissitudesto safe harbourthrough bare buccaneersand through storm.I am present amidst and through thesefor I knowundoubtedly,that as
“Michael, Michael!” My landlady’s voice pierced through my deep sleep, shattering another dream. Once again, she successfully ruined a fantasy
Nne was the woman that every woman envied for several years. Her son, my brother, had gotten a scholarship to
After putting our kid to bed, I slipped out to the well-lit lawn, slumped in a chair, and began reading
The MFA Chronicles blog series offers perspective on the experiences of Nigerian writers who are currently on MFA programs, shedding
Ah, my beloved mother, Radiant in her beauty, She who nourished me at her breast, She who never slept when
I often think deeply about my friend, who was caught stealing a tuber of yam from my neighbour’s farm. Though
At the ripe age of fifty-five, they call me ‘Agadi Nwaanyi’—an old woman—as if I’m one foot in the grave.
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