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Call for Submission | AfriChant Anthology


The poet finds himself on this side of heaven called Africa and deeply falls in love with her. He embraces society with its ills and believes in the power of his ink to administer a panacea. Among all the different dimensions of pain that provokes his muse to action is the African child who is;

  1. Unloved, uncared for. Dying and turning into a wild beast. A beast now hunted down, sadly.
  2. Starved and denied of the necessities of life being subjected to hardship.
  3. Deprived of quality education
  4. Left with no cultural heritage, left with half-baked legends and tales of ancient times in history books etc

AfriChant is an attempt to bring hope and teach society responsibility. AfriChant is an anthology driven with the spirit of Africa and the sorrows of the African child seeking explanation for all the wars going in and around him. 



Poetry is the selected genre of literature employed to address this menace staring too long into our faces. Contemporary poets in Nigeria are hereby summoned to showcase their healing herbs in heart- touching literary forms and expressions. 


Slogan: Life-giving ink to hearts ever in need of healing.

Entries to be submitted online. Click Here for Submission Form

Also note that;
  • Poets are required to put in excellence to their works. A total of 40 poets will be published with 3 poems being the maximum of the entries for not more than 5 poets.
  • Poems demanding editing due to spelling error, grammatical errors, suggestions should be captioned 'subject to corrections'
  • Successful poems will be notified to its writer via email.
  • Poems published must not have been published online over 1 year.
  • Poems will be turned into an eBook.
  • Poets within Africa are eligible and considered.
Click Here for Submission Form

Initiator: Martins Deep





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