FORTUNATE TRAVELLER
Travel changes you. As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, you leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life — and travel — leaves marks on you. Most of the time, those marks — on your body or on your heart — are beautiful. Often though, they hurt. — Anthony Bourdain.
Poetry

a road’s tale and other poems by tosin gbogi

a road’s tale the road is a riddle with a thousand answers                                                                   —Niyi Osundare the road is one trickster of an angel divining destinies at a deserted holy-trinity round: to dawn’s hope a path to noon’s heated light another and the last, to night’s final cry – silence when i wake up in the morning the road lies ahead of me in wait full of prayers – answerable and…

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Non-fiction

Netherlands: My Second Love by Fiyinfoluwa Akinsiku

An early drizzle made a pitched percussion on the airplane window that morning. Dressed in a mid-thigh red gown, black leggings and a jacket of excitement, I smiled to myself as I remembered a friend called it a short, hot, red dress. It must have been the hotness of the red dress, then, that made the immigration officer, seated in a cubicle beyond the area demarcated by a large DEPARTURES…

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Interviews

I Have Always Depended on the Kindness of Strangers: An Interview with Kemi Falodun

Invisible Borders is a travel collective of writers, photographers and filmmakers. In 2016 they embarked on a trans-Nigeria road trip. The aim was to map the diversity across regions, states and ethnic formations in post-colonial Nigeria. They produced images and writings that interrogated both the elusive and apparent borders within Nigeria years after the amalgamation of its Northern and Southern Protectorates. To complete the work begun last year, another group…

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Non-fiction

Of Secret Loves and Gods of Flesh by Tope Salaudeen-Adegoke

      The loves we share with a city are often secret loves. – Albert Camus; ‘Summers in Algiers’ from The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays. The beauty of a city is ascertained at night; a night is a beautician which costumes and, most of the times, prettifies its landscapes. When the fussiness of transaction is laid to rest somewhere in the pulse of a city and the last spatter…

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News & Announcement

BORDERS WITHIN II: THE TRANS-NIGERIAN ROAD TRIP OCTOBER 8 – NOVEMBER 16 2017

For 46 days in 2016, Invisible Borders travelled across 14 states in Nigeria. The aim was simple: to map the diversity across regions, states and ethnic formations in post-colonial Nigeria through photographs, video documentaries and travelogues. The group of artists and writers involved in the itinerary, through images and writing, interrogated both the elusive and apparent borders within Nigeria years after the amalgamation of its Northern and Southern Protectorates. With…

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Non-fiction

Our Bell Boy by Femi Oyebode

Our Bell Boy, Raymundo, was not a boy at all but a full-grown man. He was a small, that is to say, short man, of slight build and weathered oak complexion. He was a Philippino. He carried our luggage up to our room on the first floor of the Atlantic Hotel. We are in Florence for a few days. He talked about Duterte, condemning Duterte’s vulgar language. I talked about Trump….

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Poetry

Addis Hot Box and Other Poems by Amanda Leigh Lichtenstein

ADDIS HOT BOX Two Addis sisters locked shoulders in a jello mould of jazz. The club was a hot box of twinkly stars and loose laws of rain. Smoked a pack of Nyala hoping for a husband that night. Spent decades in the bathroom, zipping up my past. It was midnight when I left, street dogs were falling in love, Howling commitments far exceeding any I had made In my…

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Non-fiction

Welcome to Abuja by Uche Orjinta

Because of the course I studied in university, I had the privilege to choose where to apply for my Student Industrial Training and Internship Programme. Well, my options were not varied. So I applied to the Nigerian National Petroleum Corporation (NNPC) Abuja. And so began my love/hate relationship with Nigeria’s federal capital territory. Abuja is quite a distance from Lagos by road. Initially I had my reservations but being the…

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Photography & Art

Beyond the Sands by Irene Lopez de Castro

Perhaps we need a little introduction for today’s publication; it is necessary. However, the introduction is not chiefly about the artist we are publishing nor her work. And it is not meant to be misconstrued as an apologism or mere justification. It is meant to broaden our knowledge of the other forms of travel narrative. In our past publications, you have read travel stories in different genres of literature. But…

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Non-fiction

Benin City: Half of Everything Once Whole by Dare Dan

When you are riding in a public transport in Benin city and you want to alight, you don’t say ‘Owa o’, ‘E Dey’ or ‘Abeg I Wan Drop’ like you’d have said if you were in Lagos – no, not any of those clichés. In Benin city, you just say ‘Stop!’ The first time I heard someone bellowed ‘Stop’ from a back seat I was shocked until it dawned on…

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