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Poetic Alchemy and the Smell of our Ancestors – #Andrea

I shout your name into the dark night A forest of shadows And there is no hyena around to respond Where are you!?

Press Release: Sokoto State sets to hold its First Book and Arts Festival

SUBMIT: THE ATUKWEI OKAI AFRICAN PRIZE FOR POETRY

Poets Talk: 5 Questions with Munukayumbwa “Mimi” Mwiya

But there are some poems that pretty much write themselves, they just come to me and it is as easy as me putting pen to paper. These happen in the middle of conversation, or because I saw a bird fly, or thought about the smile of a boy, or because it’s raining outside.