How many more bodies?
How much more blood?
How much more tears, can we drink?
How much more flesh, can we eat?
Continue reading There were no gods in Paris last night
I heard Wana Udobang perform ‘The Banquet’ at the Ake Arts and Book Festival of 2015, using the preparation of a feast as metaphor for the many lessons life teaches us, she kept the audience spellbound. I watched as she swiveled on stage, pouring her soul into the performance, her husky voice washing over the audience.
Wana is perhaps the only poet I know who sheds real tears while performing her own poems. She believes in immersing oneself in art, whether you are consuming or producing. With her, it is go deep or go home.
By the time of the release of her album ‘In Memory of Forgetting’, I already knew most of the poems in it, as I had heard her perform them on several stages, including the Lagos International Poetry Festival in 2016 and could recite many of the lines by heart. Still, I was close to tears when I listened to the second poem titled ‘Untitled’.
Continue reading Wana Udobang keeps hope alive in her new album
I learned how to walk twice.
First, as a baby – arms swinging like they had a life of their own. Feet tripping over a brown rug bunched up in corners, hips, swinging to the sound of a song only I could hear. My parents’ smiles, a tick in the right box, validation as firm as a hand on the small of my tiny back. I walked through our sitting room and picked up a certain lightness of feet, let it caress my soles and loved every part of it. On the school playground, I picked up a carefulness to where you step. Learned that playgrounds sometimes have jagged edges masked by the softness of sand. That cute little boys can sometimes be cruel enough to draw blood and tears and a certain roughness out of skin. Yet, there is a carefreeness to childhood that survives playground battles.
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Ndukwe Onuoha is a poet and spoken word artist who draws his inspiration from human stories and everyday life. Some of the more memorable lines you will hear him perform are:
Change may come some day,
Change may come some way,
But that day is not today.
Continue reading Revolutionary verses – A review of Ndukwe Onuoha’s poetry album
Hello, you can read Project Logs A1 -A4 here
So here we go:
Growing up as a Jehovah’s Witness, i was trained to anticipate questions and defend our beliefs. I say ‘our’ because ‘my’ sits too heavy on the tongue, these days.
I was preaching one day, when a man who was visibly angry, said to me and my preaching partner, “You know why i hate you people? Because of this blood thing!”
Continue reading If i was dying, would you give me blood? – Project Log A5