Creating your own space
The access to stored memories
A market is still a market at night
The add on flows
Washing past your eyes
The money makers sing
While you put a thousand plus
They make a thousand more
Ironic, in the sense that
The joint is there for the union
What you want, you go finding
Money or Acceptance
Balanced maybe
So I will go with the other
To survive
My gift will be both
Prophetic, yet
Just an ordinary vision lasting longer than most
Thrill Motion
Like candid lust
She was shift
Baby was shift
I mean swift
Swift with the way her eyes wiggled
Like kiss
Big full taste
The after-life warmth
Spin for me, girl
Again lost, we are
Tokyo gone
Found in each other
Wogdog Blues for Burkina Faso: An Interview with Art Melody
Hey Salope, I think we’ve just hit gold. Gold!!
Art Melody, the Burkina Faso-based gruff-voiced emcee who also completes the high-octane duo Waga3000, came to my attention through the group’s 2012 song entitled “Dal fo yikin bao”, which translates to “remain strong and feisty”. Their furious spit-fire flow, reminiscent of what had attracted me to Senegalese emcees, invited me into their world. Then a bit over a month ago, I received a copy of Art Melody’s Wogdog Blues, his third since his breakthrough debut in 2009. He was taken off of Ouaga’s taxi ranks, where he used to work and would kick the odd rhyme every now and then, into Europe, the continent that once landed him in prison attempting to reach it.
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The Afronauts nominated for the Deutsche Börse Photography Prize
On April 19th, the Deutsche Börse photography prize will open at London’s Photographers’ Gallery. Awarded annually since 1996, the prize has an impressive list of recipients — Jeurgen Teller, Walid Raad, Paul Graham, John Stezaker, to name but a few. But it seems that, although the prize’s shortlist has always been international, the jury has shifted its focus ever so slightly to the ‘global south’ in recent years.
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The Hedge-hog’s Diary: Caught Offside
During the winter of the old times, back when the trees could actually not speak, there was a certain drunk who sat on his back hoping to be caught offside. What does ‘caught off-side’ mean? Well as my great, dead, alive recently declared sane uncle told me, the meaning is really not that important, in fact it does not make any sense, and that is why I must stop writing before I lose my sanity.
INTERMISSION : The Hedge-Hog gets caught offside.
As he ran away from the tortoise, he knew he was in great danger. Having discovered that the big tortoise used steroids, he immediately decided to confront the tortoise.
“Ah ha, alas you have been caught offside Mr. Tortoise.” The blind hedge-hog shouted.
“Not really, correct me if I’m wrong because there is a big chance that I’m might be wrong, but I think…I truly think….You’re the one caught offside,” replied the steroid filled Tortoise. And then after the steroid filled Tortoise pursued the Hedge-hog.
The Hedge-Hog never understood life with his little to no brain. He only understood the journey of moving from houses to houses. The screams and the occasionally large stones he received from the humans.
“Oh humans, such angry filled beasts; they are always so resilient in their quest to exterminate us all.
Well life was good, as long as he could escape the seemingly angry steroid filled tortoise.
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Money, Money, Money
The snow on road
Sun above
A little synth
The shifts we work
Another letter of bill
The strong aura of crisp rises
The long taste for strings
Plays of the people from Lazarus
Hands thrown higher
A fortune of coupe drives forth
Tempting horns
Bleating sheep
Howling three words
Penny-wise, a dim-wit move
Wise spending again
A voluptuous laughter
Crying pain, mocking sound
A little sugar, please
Act VIII: Intentions
The markings shine bright in the crowd
An x, a treasure
The gate to fulfilment
A reason to grasp
So right the sign went
High to the ground
Rising above all
A life to lead
The price to live
a speculative collection
Spaces untouched
The delicacy of many
Within sight of beautiful faces
Deep inside
They shine
Precise with time
Your ways will never go wrong
The plain ground you built will stand
Gorgeous people, I see
A strong hold
A battalion of great descendants
Amassed with strength
With pen or in soul
The ruin of sadness as they go
Letting love flow as they pace their struggle
Chinua Achebe: A Poet of Global Encounters
A rare peek into his later life..
The first time I met Chinua Achebe I had just started teaching at Bard College, where I had been hired as Director of Africana Studies. I saw Chinua one evening at a campus event and nervously approached to introduce myself. I did not expect his humor or his humility. Instead of exchanging a quick word or two, he engaged me in a long conversation about the state of Africana studies and my research in Ghana. I tentatively began to seek out his company and realized that, while he was one of the most important living writers in the world, he was also lonely living in upstate New York. Over the next six years I spent as much time as I could at the house on the Bard campus where Chinua and his wife Christie lived. Sometimes I was invited but eventually I just started showing up; for food and conversation…
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Bright Anita
The carvings you bring finds my bonds of paper ever so well. Hence I shall stop my wrong ways to find my right ones with you. The silence we bring helps build the bridge between sweet and slow. So let’s roll into the carriage of pumpkins and silver wheels. Most people always find new ways to find our fault. The danger we show gets the race started;
Melodies of solace.
Crisp like rice
Reddened sauce
Peppered layers
Showered hinges
An uncollected perspective
A growing spirit
A generous smiling
Lasting after the embrace
Time to sweet drive
Long; till we see a glow
SIMPLE WORLD 