The Arts-Muse Fair

Photo Credit: tender.photo Four photos on a wall. One distant, like an outcast. One drifting, as if a storm cast it out.   Each hangs at an odd angle, their uneven alignment hinting at imperfection, at something unsettled. The gaps between them echo a longing, as if the wall remembers what’s missing.   Once, your wall held photos too—a family portrait, smiles frozen before life scattered you all like cotton flowers across a field. The eldest at graduation, the second-born at a picnic, the third on a holiday, the last-born mid-laughter on his birthday.   You struggle to recall the photo of your parents—the one your mother took down. It reminded her too much of what was, of your father before the cancer hollowed him out.   Now, these four photos make you long for the eight that once filled your wall. Or seven. Or six. Or five. Or, even just four. Even with the spaces in between. Sophiyya EmBee is a poet, writer, and an unrepentant Tea addict. She is the Admin...

I There’s running water where our girl lives. In the sink in the bathroom, she sometimes leaves the tap on, allowing water through her pores, between her fingers, and down the sink, away from her grasp. She has also tried to catch water, on many occasions. To trap it in her palms and keep it there. But it is easier to hold things that matter with open palms than closed fists. There’s a woman that cleans her apartment. Or used to clean her apartment. Shy woman, strong woman, mother to eight kids. She comes from a settlement, some long kilometers away from where our girl lives. On good days, she arrives at her job after an hour of putting one foot before the other. On bad days, well on bad days, she doesn’t make it to work. Our girl loves her either ways. Yet our girl let her go. Tough decision it was, necessary it really was. II The rain became a regular thing for Saratu since the start of August. This was supposed to be the time of the year she enjoyed the most, with her head on Abdul’...

Abstract Umar Abubakar Sidi’s debut novel, The Incredible Dreams of Garba Dakaskus has received critical responses from diverse readers appraising its unique experimentation with metafiction. It is an ambitious undertaking for a first-time novelist known for experimenting with Sufi and Surrealist aesthetics in his poetry. Existing analyses of the text have focused majorly on attempts to extrapolate the sociocultural messages and meanings in the text without recourse to its aesthetic nuances which stands out as a refreshing addition to the expanding body of Nigerian fiction. Hence, this essay attempts a metacritical examination focusing on the craft, aesthetics, structure, and how these elements contribute to the innovative essence of the text drawing from the frameworks of formalism and metafiction. The essay argues that far from serving as a socio-anthropological representation of society, the text embodies the vision of iconoclastic idealism. Keywords: Metafiction, Metacriticism, Ni...