Here I bring my camels to the waterer. Look, you write these poems too close to your heart I have been, all morning, trying to..
from the very first breath, life begins to chisel us, and carves us into the bodies we become at the last draw. when we were..
We are excited to share with you the contributors that made up this year’s Agbowó magazine, The Memory Issue. Comprising 36 creative Africans from different countries,..
(For Onnie) I have tried to count our minted coins: They are Z+ of integers slipping through mind Like a money changer sans numismatic..
CLICK TO DOWNLOAD THE YOUNG AFRICAN POETS ANTHOLOGY NOW INTRODUCTION We who are living now have an obligation to open the future’s doors and..
10. Here at the riverbank I watch as the egret picks another fish – it too has come in search of earthworms to pick 9...
You know survival is a blue ribbon tied to our bone walls because we are made of rust, stained cotton wool, febrile skin and everything..
The sun licks the water dry from earth’s knuckle, through the paradigm of movement. Gold honey shines upon the crust (invisible with the ghosts it..
I have built so many languages in my voice I have forgotten what it tastes like to speak in my mother tongue in a city..
I bent into my father’s face, His eyes, small and brittle like the pea The harmattan’s breeze must have Saturated his pale cheeks I peered..
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