Sseebo Gwe Wange (Sir, you are mine)

You pound me like the engalabi. I slap the wall to your rhythm. Sharp; Unforgettable; you are lightening. Subdued; I moan like thunder. Your sweat erodes layers of my sanity. I’m in a dream and shouldn’t wake I’m in a nightmare. Ssebo gwe wange! You are rough and prickly like a jackfruit but inside sweet…

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…

Last Supper

Lay me soft on green grass like an offering. Take off my clothes, one at a time like you are opening the Holy Book. Read the verses of my body until you master all chapters. Drink from my river of life, make me your altar wine, your last supper. Welcome to my ecclesia! Let’s sing…

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…

Beauty Knows No Shame

A new kind of beauty to embrace and to celebrate. There’s no room for shame here. There’s a power that pushes through from within; There’s a power that will push out and bring my bloody insides with it… But that’s something of a pain that I’d love to succumb to, in a natural, agony-sedating, physical…

Wana Udobang, “Wana Wana”

Wana Udobang, also known as Wana Wana, is a Nigeria-based poet,  journalist, documentary filmmaker, radio presenter and tv personality, whose production is at the intersection of women’s rights, social justice, healthcare, climate change, culture and the arts. Born in Lagos, she then graduated in the UK with a first-class Degree in Journalism. The experience in…

Looking Forward

Hanging on small dreams the year folds itself in the tired sunset like a mimosa leaf It murmurs and screams new names old promises lies retold at this same place where songs are set on the loose in unplumbed laughter and tears we lay wreaths of frustration with no other option but to see hope…

Greet Africa when you return

I greet you AfricaI greet you from Cape to CairoI hug you with arms of my sister from SomaliaShe implored me;        Greet Africa when you return. At Southern Theatre we metOn a gray Scandinavian eveningBut the African sun still shone in her eyesThe effusive Nile flowed into our handshakeConnecting us in an…

Let Me Enjoy Me

I Am Human Female Coloured Black Breathing bits of my sensibilities Let. Me. Be. Let Me feel Me and breathe Me And sip my beautiful self Taste my mind intoxicated by My thoughts Let Me enjoy Me And know how beautiful I can be The brown of my skin…a rainbow of brown Red yellow black…

Child Not Bride

Under the silvery stare of the moon The children sat to listen to soul refreshing tales Beneath the starry blue skies, we laughed and galloped our ignorance of the world away It was in the nakedness of the breeze that I learned to smile my soul away And I enjoyed it A perfect peace But…