Spring 2024: African Writing – Michigan Quarterly Review

Spring 2024: African Writing

The Last Voyage of Ibn Battûta

Published in Issue 63.2: Spring 2024 In Tangier, a loud noise wakes Marouane. He leaps from his bed and curses his mother for leaving the windows open, exposing their interior to the curiosity of passersby. Fatéma and her son live on the ground floor of a dilapidated house in the medina, which they rent from […]

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Published in Issue 63.2: Spring 2024 In Tangier, a loud noise wakes Marouane. He leaps from his bed and curses his mother for leaving the windows open, exposing their interior to the curiosity of passersby. Fatéma and her son live on the ground floor of a dilapidated house in the medina, which they rent from

Let Them Eat Kandolo

Published in Issue 63.2: Spring 2024 Amainsa 1992—Kabalenge, Zambia Delighted Disgust My grandmother grabs hold of a squirming itchy black worm. She pinches its bottom and its insides squeeze out. A satisfying trail of shimmering black slime dollops into the bowl at her crossed feet, just missing the swirling blue patterns on her chitenge wrapper.

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Published in Issue 63.2: Spring 2024 Amainsa 1992—Kabalenge, Zambia Delighted Disgust My grandmother grabs hold of a squirming itchy black worm. She pinches its bottom and its insides squeeze out. A satisfying trail of shimmering black slime dollops into the bowl at her crossed feet, just missing the swirling blue patterns on her chitenge wrapper.

MY HAIRDRESSER IS DEAD

Published in Issue 63.2: Spring 2024 1. My hairdresser is dead. My dermatologist too. I’m too scared to get in touch with my nail tech, and she hasn’t posted on her Instagram page in three months. Since I moved fifteen thousand kilometres away from Zimbabwe, my glam squad has been falling apart spectacularly, and like

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Published in Issue 63.2: Spring 2024 1. My hairdresser is dead. My dermatologist too. I’m too scared to get in touch with my nail tech, and she hasn’t posted on her Instagram page in three months. Since I moved fifteen thousand kilometres away from Zimbabwe, my glam squad has been falling apart spectacularly, and like

mom makes time

Published in Issue 63.2: Spring 2024 a second home from a second homea quarter home with women their children their homes their husbands thereshe is parting relaxed hair sectioningrecipes saving dresses for sunday trades survival tips a grin a thank youa whitening toothpaste a lightening creambrings experience to thankless desks saving for boots for the

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Published in Issue 63.2: Spring 2024 a second home from a second homea quarter home with women their children their homes their husbands thereshe is parting relaxed hair sectioningrecipes saving dresses for sunday trades survival tips a grin a thank youa whitening toothpaste a lightening creambrings experience to thankless desks saving for boots for the

Meet Our Contributors | Issue 63:2 | Spring 2024

Heran Abate is an Emmy-winning writer and producer from Addis Ababa. Her practice is deeply rooted in oral histories and an archive that she has collaboratively built over a decade of research. Her writing appears in Kweli Journal, Africa Is a Country, and a number of print anthologies in Africa and Europe. She holds an

Meet Our Contributors | Issue 63:2 | Spring 2024 Read More »

Heran Abate is an Emmy-winning writer and producer from Addis Ababa. Her practice is deeply rooted in oral histories and an archive that she has collaboratively built over a decade of research. Her writing appears in Kweli Journal, Africa Is a Country, and a number of print anthologies in Africa and Europe. She holds an

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