African Writers’ Corner
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Emmanuel Iduma
2012-01-26, Issue 567
The project will bring together a group of ten emerging writers whose writing, it is hoped, will help construct a newer scope of African identity.
The definition of our era: the 21st century!
Lance Constantine
2012-01-11, Issue 565
This era will only adjust to accommodate to anything uncommon. And if you feel like the least likely amongst the rest - then you are the one. Because we live in a historical era - all you need to do is start and whatever you is great enough to leave a legacy and historical imprint - just because of the era we live in.
A Prayer for Bigwala
Natty Mark Samuels
2011-12-22, Issue 564
Dedicated to the remaining few, in Busoga, Uganda.
torture song
Devorah Major
2011-12-22, Issue 564
listen can you hear it pull the wires and plugs out of our ear sockets...
WHO
Nebila Abdulmelik
2011-12-15, Issue 563
Who assassinated freedom And buried it 10 feet under? Who wrongfully convicted justice And incarcerated it indefinitely? Who orphaned peace Scarring it eternally? Who crippled progress, Handicapping it permanently? Who overthrew hope And replaced it with fear? Who paralyzed love? Who?
1000 times
Nebila Abdulmelik
2011-12-15, Issue 563
1000 times before We said never again And here we are 1000 times over Again Making meaningless pledges Which you can’t consume Guiltily plastering your sores So that they may be out of sight And so out of mind But the benjamins don’t heal your wounds Rather they leave them festering Your empty bellies Swollen with sorrows over our empty words 1000 times before We said never again And here we are 1000 times over Again
thoughts on freedom
devorah major
2011-11-29, Issue 560
to not want some say that is where freedom lies to be always in the moment some say that is where freedom lies there is no freedom some say some say our world is defined by one creator who has determined the rules and regulations that c...
Song of the wretched
Mphutlane wa Bofelo
2011-11-16, Issue 558
We have no stereos Droning love ballads To lull us from our reality The only music we Know is the wordless symphony Of the buzzing stars The bright eye of the night Candles our hope We don’t know Various shades Of lamps and globes but We know the colour Of the moon The only show Our eyes can Afford us is The flaunt Of the rising sun & The display Of the falling night...
Tunisian Fire
devorah major
2011-11-03, Issue 556
For Mohammed Bouaz, the vegetable seller who set himself on fire December 17, 2010 in the Tunisian city of SidiBouZid.
I Almost Lost My SELF!!
Mama C.
2011-10-20, Issue 553
It used to amaze me that even though Pre-dreadlocked, Dressed in khanga from head to toe, Carrying my babies on my back Basket on my head Chewing sugar cane sticks And pepper sprinkled muhogo roasts… Just like everybody else…
Gong of death
In remembrance of Wangari Maathai
Dennis Dancan Mosiere
2011-10-13, Issue 552
The gong of death Is going to silence The life bells And snatch my soul Take it into deep wells Dark and unknown...
Dekha, Wambui, Wangari
(inspired by Wambui Mwangi)
Shailja Patel
2011-09-29, Issue 550
the greedy old men vampires live forever the women who restore rebuild replant remake die in their fullness...
Wambui, our warrior
Njeri Wangari Wanjohi
2011-09-26, Issue 549
The Mau Mau uprising Found you and left you You fought with the white man Like a man And won Wambui our warrior...
Mama Wambui: National ethno-feminist
My tribute
Dennis Dancan Mosiere
2011-09-26, Issue 549
In your struggle you exposed traditional chauvinism Seen through the mirror of self In your struggle, There was a sense of weaving a nation A true nation of humanity and unity...
A woman wears wooden sandals
Philo Ikonya
2011-09-26, Issue 549
If I sing you a song whose words You have heard in the west You will forget that I come from the East You will tell me that I am a confused Afrikan woman Who has learned from the west to sting with venom deriding cultures and speaking in borrowed tongues Failing to stem Lawino’s tide for all that sharpness Relying on papers instead of oral wit...
I too weep with the widow
Philo Ikonya
2011-09-26, Issue 549
Daughter of Kenya, Wambui, I weep with you. Why has your nation left you alone? In the moment of pain...
TIA
Nebila Abdulmelik
2011-07-28, Issue 542
It’s Cairo, Casablanca & Cape Town Addis, Abuja & Accra Ouagadougou, Timbuktu & Antananarivo Lagos, Lomé, Lusaka & Lalibela Its peace and turmoil Order and chaos Evolution and revolution Anarchy and regulation Innovation and duplication Progress and retreat Static and constant change...
Verse for Nyiginya
to the people of Rwanda
Natty Mark Samuels
2011-07-07, Issue 538
I hear you talking of genocide and gorillas. But there is more than that to Rwandan history. In telling you of Rwanda, come with me into the 17th century...
We Have Come Home
Lenrie Peters
2011-06-08, Issue 534
We have come home From the bloodless wars With sunken hearts Our booths full of pride From the true massacre of the soul When we have asked ‘What does it cost To be loved and left alone’…
Prayer for Rain
Akwe Amosu
2011-06-08, Issue 534
These are dry days. I stop to breathe as if the wall of heat must be coaxed aside to let air enter, leave...
Bragging flea-ks
Dennis Dancan Mosiere
2011-06-01, Issue 532
For Al-flea-ks am using my ammu-diction to kill your lexicography…
Fahamu
Dennis Dancan Mosiere
2011-06-01, Issue 532
Afrika sasa tumefahamu Ni mwamko wetu na akili timamu Kusaidiana ndo ujamaa uwe mtamu Waache wanaopiga kelele Kwetu Afrika ni ngoma na si lele Kumbuka sera ya Mwalimu nyerere Waambie wale wasiofahamu Kujifahamisha watie hamu Huu wito usambae hadi Lamu Nairobi hata Mombasa Watamu Arusha na kule Dar es Salaam Kusoma na kuandika ndo chemichemi
I am revolution
Lance Constantine
2011-05-18, Issue 530
I am revolution, I am change. Effortlessly, I spring out as a tree, fruit representing the degree of the greatness within me. I am revolution, consistent in the movement, so history will change itself fluently. A speech can transform a country, and a deed can change the heart of a man, just like a seed of greatness will blossom even though there is famine in the land. Time waits for no one but it waited for me. I am revolution.
My sweet baby, my wife
Dennis Dancan Mosiere aka Grand Masese
2011-05-19, Issue 530
'I was eleven perhaps ten when I met her When I was introduced to her She whose voice was rhythmic In the mountains of Gusiiland When she spoke, she drew people from far and wide They came running and walking Standing and sitting down, listening To her soothing rhythmic voice…'
Visibly Invisible
Amira Ali
2011-05-12, Issue 529
'Man dreams of far away lands unknown, thoughts yearnin' of unconcealed gems to fetch and be fetch'd, to reach the field of the unknown but to be desecrat'd by projects of food stamps and sorts yet unknown...'
Won’t forgive you, Mama
For Moturi
Dennis Dancan Mosiere
2011-05-12, Issue 529
'Mama, was it a mistake That I existed without your consent Something you could not avoid...'
Our sacred souvenir: To Wangari Maathai
Natty Mark Samuels
2011-05-03, Issue 527
There is mud under your toenails, your feet camouflaged by dust…
Am only 14
Wanjiku Mwaura
2011-04-05, Issue 524
Though I rant and rave And get these feelings Of hurt and grief Though I want to cry But have to dry These tears in me
Shredded soul
Wanjiku Mwaura
2011-04-05, Issue 524
She walked in breathing laboriously, holding a piece of soiled cloth to her body. She grunted as she struggled off her clothes plastered to her skin by sweat and blood. She was crying.
Untitled
Deborah-Fay Nontokozo
2011-03-31, Issue 523
'We, Poor Africans Are impressed with their charm And are happy when they say “We are doubling aid to Africa” Applause Women ululating We wait for their benevolence Which like Godot never arrives...'
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