They arrive earlythe youthbright shirts, louder laughter,summoned not by voiceBut by optics. They fill the frame.They raise the chants.They become the evidenceof a future that is never invited inside. For the cameras,They are everything. But when the doors closeheavy, polished, inheritedThe room rearranges itselfback to its original owners. There,in the quiet arithmetic of power,grey hair…
Ngugi wa Thiong’o, one of Africa’s revered literary kings, passed away aged 87 on Wednesday, May 28th. He leaves behind an indelible towering mark as a novelist, scholar and a no-holds-barred advocate for African languages and liberation. Ngugi whose works incisively pierced colonialism, neo-colonial betrayal, and the resilience of the oppressed, breathed his last, his…
What a beautiful ladyWith a beautiful babyAbandoned by her manSo I took her inAnd loved her more than my next of kin She held me by my chinAnd said thank you for all that you didFor you are kind and braveWithout you, my son and I would be in a grave I said, do not…