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Victoria Adukwei Bulley
VICTORIA ADUKWEI BULLEY is a poet, writer and filmmaker. She is the recipient of an Eric Gregory Award, and has held artistic residencies internationally in the US, Brazil and at the V&A Museum in London. A Complete Works and Instituto Sacatar fellow, her pamphlet Girl B (Akashic) forms part of the 2017 New-Generation African Poets series. She is a doctoral student at Royal Holloway, University of London, where she is the recipient of a Technē studentship for doctoral research in Creative Writing.

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On Water

Essay

Issue No. 29

Victoria Adukwei Bulley

Essay

Issue No. 29

& we say to her what have you done with our kin that you swallowed? & she says that was ages ago, you’ve drunk...

Interview

Issue No. 26

Interview with Saidiya Hartman

Victoria Adukwei Bulley

Interview

Issue No. 26

The first time I encountered Saidiya Hartman, she was a voice in salt., an award-winning play by artist and...

The Professor stormed into the brothel’s reception hall in the evening and kicked away our singing radio It flew through the air, slammed against the wall, and shattered to pieces on the cracked floor It ended the music, ‘One Love’, to which Roseline and I danced, holding hands as we cavorted around the floor, our hips and backsides jiggling He’d been away since morning, giving us a bit of liberty to play around As he scanned the cash register, checking customer ledgers, I shrank like a burnt plastic bag, horrified But Roseline looked unscathed, wearing an I-don’t-care expression as her mouth worked on her chewing gum She crossed her arms on her chest, sitting on the torn couch and staring at The Professor   ‘Abigail and Roseline, you are both fools,’ he roared, pointing two middle fingers at us ‘You haven’t made any money since morning, and you’re making so much noise What a total waste of employees!’   ‘Sir, we’ve b-been waiting for customers to come,’ I said ‘But we haven’t seen any men Sorry, sir’   ‘Shut your mouth, Abigail Why does this brothel make money only when I’m around to service our female customers? How many men have you satisfied today? Answer me now, fools!’   ‘Stop calling us fools,’ Roseline yelled, frowning, her red lips sparkling under the white bulb ‘We made plenty of money for you yesterday, and now you’ve broken my precious radio’   I cringed at Roseline’s audacity She’d done this job for eight years, and I hoped she wouldn’t lose it There was no job elsewhere in this shabby city of Lagos   The Professor tramped across the floor towards her, huffing ‘Look here, Roseline, if you dare talk to me like that again, the devil in me will roast you dead’   ‘I don’t fear your powerless devil,’ she said, springing to her feet and pointing at his face ‘Oh, you thought I would melt in the corner because of you? Think Again’   I was the one melting in a corner instead I hoped The Professor wouldn’t slap her face as usual or push her into the street so that she became homeless   I scuttled towards

Contributor

October 2018

Victoria Adukwei Bulley

Contributor

October 2018

VICTORIA ADUKWEI BULLEY is a poet, writer and filmmaker. She is the recipient of an Eric Gregory Award, and...

Nafissa Thompson-Spires’s ‘Heads of the Colored People’

Book Review

October 2018

Victoria Adukwei Bulley

Book Review

October 2018

Somewhere on the internet is a two-hour video of a lecture by the late writer and filmmaker Kathleen Collins, author of the short story...

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On the Margins

Sean Smith

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May 2011

Short Cuts

Charles Boyle

feature

May 2011

1.. Whatever it is that the literature department of Arts Council England (ACE) is for, it can’t be for...

Prize Entry

April 2017

The Lovers

Devyn Defoe

Prize Entry

April 2017

Everyone who asks questions, asks in some way about love. The question is one half, the answer the other....

 

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