Emmanuel Iduma Audience at Kofi Awoonor memorial at the Nairobi Museum (Photo by Paul Munene, Quaint Photography) Let’s assume from the outset that poets die because they stand in the way of politics, and let’s find a way to defend this. We’re speaking specifically about Kofi Awoonor who, on Saturday September 21, was shot
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Klas Lundstrom A Memorial to Anna Politkovskaya. (Image Teppo) October 7 is the annual date of the death of the Russian writer and investigative journalist, Anna Politkovskaya. It was a miserable and shameful deed in 2006, which forever silenced a brave voice that is badly needed in today’s Russia–and in the rest
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Serubiri Moses “No one who loves life would wish to imitate her dedication to martyrdom nor would wish it for his children nor for anyone else whom he loves.” – Susan Sontag, Simone Weil (New York Review of Books) To be brutally honest, the vast legacy of much thought of African intellectuals
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Night time Experiment Night time Experiment 2 On the set of ‘Pitie’- Jovi Witi Bakoto Carol photoshoot On the set of ‘Pitie’-Sentury Yob Mufor Eric Atangana aka Sentury Yob was born in 1988. He is a poet, rapper, writer, photographer and graphic designer. Sentury merges poetry with photography, relating it to a story that could
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Wirndzerem G. Barfee A work of art is, and can be, read from multiple perspectives. One of the most engaging perspectives to read Macviban’s collection, Scions of the Malcontent (SOTM), is by collapsing the opposition between the verbal and graphic articulations, and as such creating a complimentary dynamics that participates in the
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Adebiyi Olusolape Ani mi Gogo Layi Ma ige be Ma ige ke Ma ige po ji Gogo Layi Aganza e ri ige, e la ivo la Esobi ni ifo e dan e ayegbon Aba na kyu ‘du, wa gan ‘za! Those are the words of a Kakanda folksong which we received in an
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Sorry William, I had to stab you with a spear and have you shake Frothing out the mouth Clear saliva blocks unclear syllables spilling out As you try to say “thou art no air” and your eyes roll back While my vernacular spear hits your liver and you go out cursing Saliva and red
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I. I’m told of a time When houses were deserted And bushes were havens, by night. Babies’ mouths were plugged By nipples – sore with welts From infants’ starved and teething gums Mothers bit on their lips – drew blood Anything to muffle the babies’ cries – meld with the night It was the only
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While we sit discussing the word, power works in silence. — Michel Foucault New African Literature— in the modern use of the expression such as “New African Photography” and “New African Jazz”— has lately become a monopoly. A monopoly is defined in the Oxford Dictionary as ‘a company or group having exclusive control over
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