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Blessing Musariri (shown here with with Binyavanga Wainaina in the Gambia in 2oo7) was in yesterday's UK Guardian, her poem that is. He...

Wednesday April 7 : Lesego Rampolokeng , one of the headliners in a large retinue of poets and performers at the Poetry, Song and Memory e...

(far cry from Auden) When at last he died Market-women danced in the streets Instant owambe Thick as amala Redolent of gbegiri Scornful of t...

Through these windows, what sees us and what we see what cares, what scares aware or oblivious, we have felt all. these scattered and scarre...

Some friends say Let us blog, we’ll call it Kenyablog. They blog and blog and blog. A member posts This blog is tedious, I’m gonna form a bl...

We praise the man who, though he held the match between his finger and his thumb, beheld the terror of its tiny drop of phosphorous, its bro...

The mirth of June pilgrims gladdens your century of sorrow your old heart cloys your household gods stir to bless Kunta's ghost the pain...

Seek and be found by the words of wisdom from the fount of Fiditi whose only son is Timi A son with many parts Never will the tag timidity s...

"Our appeal is straighforwardly based on the need for clemency as an essential element in the attainment of that healing process which ...

Why did I shrink to think of you, Ezinnebunor? why did I despair for the words to describe you? why was this world, since you left, a large ...

We have come to the cliff, a sheer drop cried below, death was asleep there, snoring in the aquamarine waters. Beneath the French fortress, ...

On a state visit in Nigeria She was cloistered Among her jeweled eggs, The Fabergé. Nothing of the streets Came in shore. Just mirrors of wa...

. Rain does not evade the path of the runnel Frogs do not decline the call of streams The sponge will not refuse the voice of the river Salt...

How true it is That today is yesterday’s tomorrow When my nostrils ran And I licked the dripping mucus While you suckled on Eszhiiokwum ’s n...

Congratulations to Tolu Ogunlesi , who has won a $1,000 award in the 2006 D oroth y S arg e nt Rosenberg Poetry Prize . The prize awards 1,...

Beers gulped into filled bellies Rise from human gullies headwards Fueling the gyrations of dancers, slick as eels. Elsewhere, old men pour ...

You stand on the stark platform under the lone glow an island of attention, a vulnerable picture – pouring out your heart, a river of candid...

There is nothing wrong in your disagreeing with my assertions. But there is something mightily wrong when you think or feel that we must rea...

I read the obituary Of a tree, and a toddler fish I pen a line in the condolence Register of a cassava-stick I attend the lying-in-state Of ...

You would not know me, But I followed you, We shared a similar history, Nurtured common dreams, Common ambitions, Common aspirations. Now th...