Check out the pace of the plague. Insane! Cough, cough, people drop like black lives ’round blue lights in broad daylight. I wonder why – God – “I can’t breathe.” The pain, the pain, must cease. Police please! I protest peacefully. Silly me. I must die slowly for the world to notice me. I wonderContinue reading “Freedom to Breath”
Abba Father, My heart and reason tell me that you’re a demon, You’d condemn your son to crucifixion that mankind might be saved – Might – the off chance, not the power in me, but the power given to them, ‘Might’ they only believe in it, to be as I am, a Child of God.Continue reading “Considering Jesus at Gethsemane”
I spend hours waiting, waiting for the sun, for the vessel upon the horizon. But my view is blocked by a curtain, this star-lit sky, its melody, the hum of the ocean, saying, “recede, recede on that crescent promise.” Precious time, she passes with the waves, enticing my feet, tickling the rocks. We giggle,Continue reading “Departure”
She sounds like Africa From the beating of her beads along her braids To the rattle of hoops and bangles worn And intonation of words as they flutter as a dole of doves. But she was raised in Europe With the nuance of talk and distance she keeps; Sun rejected by her umbrella, sheContinue reading “The Eurafrican”
“The world is not white. It never was white. It cannot be white. White is a metaphor for power.” – James Baldwin We were made to be black. We were made to be Black nigger kaffirs. We were born into these names From colonial slavers. Bondage was imprinted On our tongue as theirContinue reading “Beyond Black”
I cry out to the mother of mankind, maker of thousands lands and languages. I cry out for air as Doctor slaps my bottom whilst holding me upside down. I cry out as the blood bulges in my noggin, and my eyes capture first sight of mama, of Mma Africa. I see the constructContinue reading “A Cry for Mma Africa”
“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven” – John Milton – Descent. It means being down on your luck, Down in your hell, deep sea-diving into your doubts. It’s daunting – a new kind of despondent. It’s a great valley, in whichContinue reading “Katabasis*”
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