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March 2021

Portrait Of My Country As Chaos And Blood 

By Anointing Obuh

                  There is so much              the streets/                    are really shaped like chapels
                                              blood on                 Large bullets
                 Many things I did not know until today
                   Like how many lives we will lose                          before this country annihilates us
                Hands fasten themselves on asphalt as                                        bullets whizz past
            Oh God, my people have learned to hide themselves.
           How can I dis – own a country without                                losing my head & my heart?
         Take me away he begged. This man is wounded!
             Blood gushing out of torn flesh
[I]                                        Was that a bomb blast or fire, the national anthem?

                    [Feel]         We are all growing violence, perhaps that is why they shoot at us

                 [Like]                                                             What is his name? Write it down

         [Puking]                                                                     He is going to die. Do CPR!

My sister weeps quietly beside me.  Tonight, a million Nigerians will cower in bed, tens

of millions will become lava.                                      He is breathing! He needs air!

Mark my words. We will all die together you know.                     We were born for it
 We should stop calling this nation [absent of motherly feelings] her.      An iron fist
 is an iron fist, wrapped or not.           They really bring hell fire & call it children toys
  Everything is baseless now.          See how they reduce us to mere flesh & empty
  cartridges. What is it with soldiers stealing corpses?  If I am burned,
                               We will sing our way into death.     Let me burn to the
                                                                                       Let heaven know           our land
                                 was too green with envy.                                            last
                               A man passes away from the                                       flicker
                             struggle.   Hallelujah. What am I to tell
                             my children unborn? That I hoped in
                              a country which pilfered like smoke
                                before my eyes or that I once
                                                 had a life?
Formatting: The Nigerian Map.

Anointing Obuh is a writer, singer and photographer from Nigeria. A one-time best of the Net nominee, her works have been featured in Rattle, Mineral Lit mag, Honey and Lime Lit, Barren magazine and elsewhere. You can find her tweeting @therealAnniekay.

GIVE & TAKE or how God takes his revenge

By Roseline Mgbodichinma Anya-Okorie

Heaven is divinity’s finest theatrics
But
My creation is no play,

Though my mother
Formed me behind closed curtains
& my birth was like staging a scene for holocaust,
I am no drama.

What name do you give to children
Who caused their mothers to push into Eternity?

What is my identity if
I switched costumes with my mother in this plot twist called life?

She was cast as an extra for a judgement scene in her hospital robe

Nine months was the Audition for her role in this death series.

The scorching Sun is a portrait of
My mother’s wailing face,
The moon is her soul lighting up
My darkness.

& Every day I manage to squeeze out a prayer,
I ask God if salvation
Means taking a mother
Simply because He gave his son.

Roseline Mgbodichinma is a Nigerian writer whose works have appeared or are forthcoming in The African writer Magazine, The Hellebore, Serotonin Poetry, West Trestle Review, JFA human rights mag, Serotonin poetry, Indianapolis Review, Kalahari review, & elsewhere. She won the Audience Favorite award for the Union Bank Campus writing challenge – Okada books, she is  the third prize winner for the PIN food poetry contest and a finalist for the Shuzia Creative writing contest. You can reach her on her blog @ www.mgbodichi.com and Twitter @Rmgbodichinma.

Sprouting Up

By Arielle Leong

Sprouting Up

 

During times of hardship and moments of failure, we often forget about what lies ahead of us and instead focus on the pains of the past. This is especially relevant to our modern-day world, where many of us are suffering from the COVID-19 pandemic. However, I hope that these sprouting plants in the photo can remind us of the endless possibilities that lie ahead – we may not be able to control our current situation, but we can continue to grow as a community of living beings and look upward with hope.

 

Arielle is a photographer based in the Bay Area, CA with a sincere passion for creating art through a multifaceted lens. She has experimented with portraiture, photojournalism, double exposure, and macro photography, but her favorite genre is landscape photography. Arielle hopes that her photos will reveal a different perspective and evoke a sense of appreciation for the natural world. Outside of photography, Arielle enjoys playing volleyball, baking, reading, and biking with her family.

Crackbaby

By Angelica Eun

Crackbaby

 

 

Angelica Eun is a seventeen-year-old senior at Seoul International School in Seoul, Korea. Her artwork captures moments which compel viewers to wonder what has happened and what is to come. In each piece, a unique narrative is created from the interaction between characters and their environments. Yet while color, medium, or form may differ, her determination to communicate concepts of emotion and societal implications remains consistent. Several of her artworks have won recognitions in the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards as well as a publication in the Penn Review. Stemming from her fascination with observing her surrounding environment, she unites elements from different mental and physical perspectives to craft a cogent narrative, most often to prompt reflection and consequent change.

Self Portrait

By Taylor Moon

Self Portrait

 

Ever since I was very young, I have made art. In fact, I cannot remember a time when art was not an important part of my life. Over the years, I have worked in a number of different mediums, including graphite drawing, oil painting, watercolor, silverpoint, and pastels. I have been artistically inspired by various experiences and artists. Last year, for instance, I did an extensive research project on Hieronymous Bosch’s oil painting The Garden of Earthly Delights. Analyzing the work’s use of symbolism to criticize the corrupt clergy and the loss of innocence among humans, inspired me to explore my creativity more deeply and to incorporate my ideas into my art in a more abstract way.

 

Taylor Moon, Class of 22, is a junior from South Korea, who attends the Chapin School, in New York. Taylor has studied art at TASIS International School in Switzerland, studied with Sheery Camhy at the Arts Student League of New York and the Ashcan Studio in New York.

Femme, Unfettered

By Anointing Obuh

Femme
Unfettered

Most of my stories begin in or around the woman and I think it is only fair. In Africa, a woman is seen as a vessel that holds the beginning of things, even though she might not carry it till the end. Like a mother birthing a child and handing him over to his father. A girl beginning her life with hopes and dreams only to drop them at the doors of marriage. I believe the feminine story is the most poignant tale you could ever tell and my images represent it as such: 

“Femme” shows a young girl in a vulnerable stance, one that is preferred for a woman to have. The flower in her mouth representing both her body and an offering, taking into account that her body can also be an offering/is more comfortably considered as an offering by many. Her lips pulled together in a frown, the lines on her face. She is dissatisfied with this mandatory portrayal of femininity but does it anyway. 

This is the reality of our young ones. We are pushed into boxes and expected to live our life within that cramped space. Expected to be everything our society terms  “womanly” or “manly”. Failure to do so exposing us to consequences beyond our imagination.

These photos come at a time when powerful forces seek to silence us as young Nigerians. The title “unfettered” comes as a prayer of hope in this case because in reality, we are shackled and afraid, looking over our shoulders. It displays the growing desire in every young Nigerian/African and other peoples around the world, who suffer from various injustices to just scream out and create change.

 

Anointing Obuh is a writer, singer, and photographer from Nigeria. A one-time best of the Net nominee, her works have been featured in Rattle, Mineral Lit mag, Honey and Lime Lit, Barren magazine and elsewhere. You can find her tweeting @therealAnniekay.

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