Being Black At 20; Poem by Chanda Chongo
Being Black At 20 What goes on in your mind when your father’s wife tickles a piece of…
Being Black At 20 What goes on in your mind when your father’s wife tickles a piece of…
SOMEWHERE IN MY COUNTRY A wandering flutist Stopped to eulogize an Iroko; This Iroko has no branch for…
Let the blissful rain fall on usAnd the seven thunder echoes for our union,I have visited your mystery…
Like the gazelle of the south, you are benignant. Sonnets, in standard lines, would tell tales of your…
Eid Mubaarak(1st of Shawwal,1440AH) At the beginning, the mouths split with the strength of the wind and carries…
To write about now is to tell you that right about now, in the front corners of the…
The souls have started wearing Raiments of repentance Chanting heavily The Chronicles of forgiveness When the border of…
Last time, it was a farewell message Followed in a suit of cleansed hearts Flapping wings around the…
Before The Chiming My brain slipped on bananaSkin of ratiocination – if deathCan twist light into turgid murk….
It’s almost here: the winner of the 2018 Baillie Gifford Prize for Non-Fiction, which celebrates the “very best…