"I am split between two forbidden places. So, I levitate. I’m afraid of being prodigal." -Isaiah Gbenga Adepoju
We have come home by Lenrie Peters remains my most fascinating poem. Every time I read this poem, I get fresh energy from it!
Africa is history, Africa is culture, Africa is legacy. The continent that needs no other continent to function if only we were allowed to manage and control our resources as Africans. Africa is the lightning that brings the rain.
The poem called Society’s Creed. It speaks about a host of the social issues that plague our society as depicted by a news briefing I happened to watch one evening.
The Tampered Workshop is a series of virtual creative writing workshops, designed to help Ghanaian and African writers harness their writing and become more capable and confident writers.
Saving life is a preserve of God and I would be delighted if somehow he used one of my poems to do so. Imagine just weaving words and salvaging the breath of a whole human being. That's big!
The universal society is what I always aim at speaking to (with my poetry), that I always hope to have an impact on.
To borrow the words of a poet I deeply admire, Yusef Komunyakaa, to me Africa is a “wounded paradise” (from his poem, “Tenebrae”). I ache for a reparative future.
Africa! My Africa has failed me. It has ceased to function as a continent, failed to recognize queer bodies, and failed to provide a safe milieu for our existence as humans. Africa has no tomorrow. Africa is a vast abyss of nothingness.
