Natural Woman

When was the last time you felt the warm scalp of a woman Run your fingers through her hair Twisted her natural locks through your fingers Or walked your fingers through the rows of braids Just like walking through fields of corn When did you see the true beauty of your African Woman? Or saw…

She Seas

She will carry me away If I stare long And hard enough A wise old woman once whispered in my ear If I danced long and hard enough for the Sea She would dance into her waves laugh me into her warm endless depths that big, roaring laughter that shook the earth to its very…

The Mirror

I look in the mirror. My reflection I expect to see. But what I see is not my reflection. What I see is truth! An image blurred with pain. The sorrows of the world. The troubles we face. Told as a story by the mirror. The stories. Never spoken. Yet, told in detail. By the…

Treason

How do I plead? Guilty. Today I committed treason. My eyelids separated before the birds could disturb the tranquility of the dark right after the morning star stood bright and firm. I took my gun, A BIC well-oiled with blue ink And my dog eared notebook And boom! I killed you Mr. President Emptying seven…

I Am Black

You look at me and see: Black African Evil. You turn up your nose and like a pig, you snort… or is it a sneer? or maybe…just maybe… as you scurry away like a cockroach do you wonder what I am? I am Black I am African A child of the continent you once called…

I Don’t Ever Want To Get Married

– I don’t ever wanna get married. Waking up every morning and seeing mama’s face being painted with high resonant slaps from dad’s palms hurt my soul. He’d wrap his hands around her neck in pursuit to take her life ; heaven knows he beat the hell out of her. – My dad doesn’t eat…

Jambula tree

When Sylvie and I are six we eat jambula till our tongues turn indigo then we travel home with night licking our heels. In the morning, our foreheads still anointed in violet blessings, we twine our stick-arms around its branches and stuff banana fibre dolls in the hollows of its roots. We swaddle make-believe babies…

Black List

merge discrete metals to smithereens, blacksmith who ain’t black and don’t smith Black Africa a golden ring with a diamond/ a diamond ring with a golden rim? I am Black not because I am African Black is what I feel an explicit soul speaking lingo a never melting candle lighting deeper character Africa is my…

The River

The river The unlimited water The beauty of nature Dark in the night, blue in the day but am colourless How well i have been shaped How soft I have been created Bigger than water, but water in smaller quantity I consume smaller things like pin, but carry bigger things like ferry Am welcoming I…

Mothers Sing a Lullaby

(after the 1994 Rwandan genocide) Mothers sing a lullaby As the dark descends on trees Shutting out shadows. The sensuous voices swish and swirl Around shrubs and overgrown grass Hiding mountains of decapitated dead And the glint of machetes That slashed shrieking throats. In these camps without happiness Mothers maintain the melody of life Capturing…