Issue 36: Ritual

Editors’ Note: February 2021

By Shameelah Khan There are endless rituals to be thankful for in our lives. Some we carry with us always. Others, well, not so much. These cultural rituals are extremely beautiful, but I have to adm…

A Tree, a Bud, and a Flower

By Radiyah Manjoo “You read African literature. You could write something”, she said. I shivered at the thought – African literature, so loaded, so vast. Yes, I read African literature, m…

Ritualistic Racism

An Opinion Piece By Xola Stemele The matter of Racism has produced beautiful orientations, essays, and narratives through films, books, and songs. However, struggles towards uncovering raci…

A Ritual of Loss

By Shameelah Khan 2020 and now 2021 has welcomed with it, endless loss and we still find ourselves in a state of chronic mourning. I will not go into too many details about who I have lost …

Wedding Rituals

A Short Story By Zahirra Dayal Growing up, most of the films I watched ended in a lavish family wedding. It created an expectation within me that a story couldn’t end without a wedding. I rem…

Ritualistic Change: “The Night After the Civil War Ended”

A Short story By Tolulope Ogedengbe We sat beside the orange ember of an abandoned fire, and listened to our eyes tell tales our withered lips could not mutter. Our faces painted with grief, ou…

HÄXAN

A Short Story By Scott Aaron Tait Bess let him die. She owed death a favour, and she always settled her debts. Her heeled boots clacked at cobblestones as she wandered the desolate streets. The…

By moonlight and by fire

A Poem By Tanya Akrofi My mother taught me how to pray.she unfolded her mysteries to me like a blanketthat she had held long and tight to her chest.It wasn’t always bended knee with steepled h…

Rituals

A Poem By Takudzwa Goniwa It scares me how easily your lips resurrect my pagan thoughts.How your lungs breathe life into these heathen feelings.How wickedly willingly my body gyrates to your s…

Ritualising Love

A Poem By Sarah Asmali   I hear my Senegalese neighbours at the end of the passageThe sound of jovial French moves through the air Like sultry dancers floating down festival parades|I yearn …

rituals of healing

A Poem By Nkateko Masinga three times daily, our standing appointmentbehind the store: your hands, the ointment,my tattoo glistening as the itching subsides for a few hours, a gentle respite a…

Isadora’s Familiar

A Poem By Louise Mather You throw feathers from the cellar,spindled effigies, jars of violets.You imagine a power from within.The locket, spun around your nape,the photograph of you and I.Asle…

Horoscope

A Poem By Liswindio Apendicaesar The planets seek for esoteric guidanceamong constellation, the skeleton of sky.They learn how to align, fulfilling wishesupon the signs and mathematical chaos,…

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A Poem By Geoffrey Diver rich, dark, wetsaturated with lifeand deathand lifeand deaththis soil seepsin through my skin, under my nailsmaking red and black and brown and redthe paleof my palmsw…

Odd Artist of the Month: Hanul Lee

Twenty Stories High, Spinning with the Devil, Blind The day after New Year’s 2021, my new Master (BDSM) and I explored magic mushrooms in a cabin surrounded by nature. It was our first time mixin…

Narrative: From Baby Showers to Bhukhur and Barakah

From Baby Showers to Bhukhur and Barakah By Fadia Williams The beach sand tickled my nose as it fell from my forehead.I’d never prayed on the sand before.I couldn’t believe I just did t…