The Arts-Muse Fair

  "After three years I get to see this beautiful face again."  At the sound of his voice, my heartbeat accelerated. Even after all these years, I couldn't forget that voice. For days and nights, it rang in my ears. It haunted my dreams. The thick drawl, was like dripping honey.  "I have changed." I almost whispered without turning around. My voice blending with the wind. He removed his shoes and sat down beside me, putting his legs in the water beside mine. The atmosphere was tense with the friction between us, I could feel it. The strain of the years tugging at our hearts, and every fiber of my body. I wished for nothing more than his arms around me and yet tucked my hands safely between my legs instead of reaching out to pull him to me. I had invited him earlier to meet here. I had tried and failed woefully at getting him out of my mind. I had come to miss him, miss his voice, miss the comfort associated with sitting by his side. It had been difficult survivin

  The face of Badi’atul Jamal, maiden of pure incense, mermaid with the tail of the golden fish, lady of the lavender mist, princess of the light of the skies, queen plenipotentiary, invader of the hearts of men, of male demons, of male spirits and androgynous ghosts, pops up before you. You stare. The tongues of your heart protrude like a chameleon’s, lick her smiles and kiss her dimples. A silent, invisible spear emanates from the heart of her eye and pierces your heart. The cast iron armour, a protective charm Audu Baduku, the half-demon, half-human, crippled cobbler wizard gave you, is helpless as the spear drives through your heart with the ease of a needle piercing a lump of wool. As the spear sears your heart, your countenance changes. You are surprised. A mere spear penetrating a charm of Audu Baduku, the interpreter of the language of the invisible spirits, guardian of the shrine of blood and skulls, the master, discoverer of the seventy-seven condensed mediums of sorcery? Sud

Dearest Creative, We are BACK! Have you missed us? Because we have! But hey, we're excited to announce that we're back and ready to dive into business! And we can't wait to receive your exciting creations. While away, we've been exploring new ideas, connecting with inspiring individuals, and delving deep into the ever-evolving world of creativity. We can't wait to bring you along on this journey!!  What can you expect from us in the coming months?  Well, think of us as your art curators; we will be bringing you unique stories, poems, book reviews, and beautiful sights from the art of photography!  We will also share the latest updates from the art and literary world; we will cover festivals, travels, events, and everything arts and Culture. But hey, this isn't just about us—it's about you too! We want to hear your thoughts, questions, and ideas.  Feel free to contact us via comments, email, or our social media handles.  You can also send in your works for pu

There is no one secret to reading a poem, but the closest I know is to think of it as a journey. Where are the thoughts, the sounds, and the feelings coming from, and where do they land? ‘Each word is a step on the road’, Patsy Rodenburg (who is a voice coach at the British National Theatre) often tells student actors. To give words to an audience,   she says, you have to feel the “journey of thought” in them and the shape they take. “Try walking”, she tells the student-actor, ‘the journey of the poem’.  In life, too, poems and journeys go together. Both move. Both take a bit of time and effort. Both let you reflect on other things as you go on. Both can upset and surprise you. There may be boring moments or moments that seem boring at the time, but afterwards, you realise they were crucial. Both give you new windows on the world and take you out of yourself, but let you go deeper into yourself at the same time. They get you to new places. So what is the journey of reading a poem? Ther

 Libretto Publishers is calling for submissions to the Libretto African Anthology for Nonfiction/Essay Prize. Submissions of creative nonfiction by published and unpublished writers of African descent will be the focus of this first edition of the Prize. The anthology will be published in both print and digital formats.  Guidelines Eligibility : Only writers of African descent living within and outside the African continent are eligible to participate.  Format : Each contributor is expected to submit a single entry of no more than 2500 words.  Each submission must be previously unpublished and the original work of the contributor. Each submission must be written in English, using the Times New Roman font, 1.5 spacing on Microsoft .doc or .docx format. Document should not including any identification as the judges will be reading blind.  Submissions should be sent through our submissions portal, https://librettong.com/submission-guidelines.  In the body of the submission box, put the pr

The Hausa International Book and Arts Festival, HIBAF, put together by Open Arts, is set to hold in Kaduna from the 21st to the 23rd of October, 2021. The new and exciting festival will welcome guests like Balaraba Ramat, Ado Gidan Dabino, Prof. Asabe Kabir, Prof. Ibrahim Malumfashi, Abubakar Adam Ibrahim, Ismail Bala, Hakeem Baba- Ahmed, BM Dzukogi and many others. Panels and discussions will highlight Hausa Literature; writings, spoken words, poetry, films, and even matters of security in Northern Nigeria. According to the Curator, Sada Malumfashi, HIBAF was created out of the “need to provide adequate representation for the booming Hausa literary field in the global conversation about books and literature” When asked about his vision for the festival, Malumfashi replied that his hope was for HIBAF to serve as a “melting point for the celebration of language in Northern Nigeria and across Africa” He added that he hoped that the festival will re-affirm the literary merit of writers in

  The 33 year old musician released a new track this Friday. It did not exactly make us cry, but it did remind us of a few things that we could relate to. 'There's no gold in this river that I have been washing my hands in' That's how we have been hustling and sometimes looking fly but we swear that Sapa is not letting us shine o. Everywhere is very hard 'There ain't no room for us to change when we are both so deeply stuck in our ways' That's how election is coming, but youths are moaning on twitter while our fore-fathers are doing small small campaign. 'Go easy on me, baby' With Pandemic, plus this country, plus the way price of food is growing, abeg if you see us, squeeze small something in our hands. Abeg.