So You Want Medicine At A Nigerian Teaching Hospital? An essay by Haruna Solomon Binkam efikomag.com/so-you-want-me…

Break-Up Instructions and other poems by Dami Ajayi efikomag.com/break-up-instr…

"Had I become a roaming syringe deployed by the federal government to inject pregnancies?" From: But NYSC Is Just A Year efikomag.com/but-nysc-is-ju…

This story by Mujahid Ameen Lilo has a strong sense of a place you don't get to see often in Nigerian fiction. efikomag.com/the-trials-of-…

Life in Lagos is, as those who know say, surreal. Life in a Lagos bus is no different. Check out Zulaikhah O. Àgòrò’s essay on what it’s like. efikomag.com/no-peace-in-a-…

“Dear J. P., I am writing to tell you that I visited your city.” So begins Zenas Ubere’s lovely essay on that city of “running splash of rust / and gold— flung.” efikomag.com/to-j-p-clark-o…

“My friend, Chiedza, once told me and a group of friends that England was the loneliest place she had ever lived. She had no family, no friends, no lover. She wanted to get a dildo.” efikomag.com/two-cups-of-se…

“The genesis to everything beautiful, is light— or rain or both. And whatever hints of love, hints of death.” — Ahmad Hussain. efikomag.com/bouquet/

“The day has come when you walk through every room and beg the silence for answers.” Read Bolanle Alashe’s “Pai Nosso.” efikomag.com/pai-nosso/

“A few days later, Mai Munetsi stormed into Manyara’s house, in tears, speaking with certainty about her husband’s infidelity. Word had finally reached her.” efikomag.com/the-girl/

Our poetry editor, Ernest Ogunyemi, is teaching a poetry masterclass in Lagos this Saturday. He is currently offering scholarships. If interested, send him an email at [email protected].

“The slap is swift but not as painful as the money I lost. It’s been roughly a year of savings and here I am, empty again.” efikomag.com/blac-tax/

“Cidlada ka atkow, Abti—be stronger than your loneliness” — from Warsan Shire’s “My Loneliness Is Killing Me” efikomag.com/warsan/

One day left; if interested in this workshop, hurry up and send our poetry editor, Ernest Ogunyemi, an email at [email protected].

“Tensed verbs understand the garnet limbs in pulsed clauses I often use.” — from Chinua Ezenwa-Ohaeto’s “Aubade with a fragment in a closet.” efikomag.com/my-therapist-k…

“You prefer subtler, urbane spots, like the wine bar in Golden Valley where the ambience is more Instagram-able or even Alexander Lakeside where the catfish pepper soup is on point.” efikomag.com/masterclass-fo…

“Chiasoka and Emenike swallowed everything they could about sickle cell malady; read every pamphlet they could get in the hospital and carefully followed the doctor’s instructions.” — But “Cracks tend to widen” in this story by Munachismo Ochiabutor. efikomag.com/cracks-tend-to…

There’s a country where doctors (with mosquitoes-song playing fine music) operate in darkness, like witches. Read Haruna Solomon’s essay to be reminded. efikomag.com/so-you-want-me…

Published two years ago. In Efiko Magazine efikomag.com/war/