No Longer
No longer will our dreams be deferred, no longer will our words go unheard, no longer will our beauty be distorted, or our excellence go unnoticed. This is a notice that we will no longer...
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No longer will our dreams be deferred, no longer will our words go unheard, no longer will our beauty be distorted, or our excellence go unnoticed. This is a notice that we will no longer...
We are seeking to highlight poets with groundbreaking, paradigm-shifting writing; poets who offer new lenses through which to see the world and until now, have not been recognized for their striking words.
The words fall out of my mouth like foreign soldiers invading a colonised land. ‘Coconut’ is what they call me until I say Malawi is home but home is not here.
Home, a place where peace plays hide and seek, but on the faces of homes in homeland, fragments of sorrow are what we pick, during hide and seek.
I wrote this poem when my soul was awakened by who I am, where I'm from and the experiences I've been blessed to have. Zimbabwe is the most beautiful...
The sun shines differently in Africa. Red dust, warmth, the scent of grass baked in the sun, beer, sweat and something sizzling, tasty. Always I hear constant chatter...