Nyanken Hne - by
My husband, Nyanken Hne,
/ like galo, waving up Dolokeh’s hills.
/ The storms cannot touch him;
/ they fear him like a wife fears a…
African poetry
from Poem to her Daughter - by
Daughter, take this amulet
/ tie it with cord and caring
/ I’ll make you a chain of coral and pearl
/ to glow on your…
Unjust Praise - by
In the beginning
/ The spirit moving
/ Upon the face of the waters
/ And in the breaking waves
/ Tasted salt
/
/ And I see fields of it
/ Drying…
The Old School - by
In the old country school
/ under the cool of the tree
/ I scribbled
/ on the dust’s pages
/
/ and the wind
/ my unfailing teacher
/ blew away my…
Tin Roof - by
Wild harmattan winds whip you
/ but still you stay;
/ they spit dust all over your gleam
/ and twist your sharp cutting edges.
/ …
Raindrum - by
The roofs sizzle at the waking touch,
/ talkative like kettledrums
/ tightened by the iron fingers of drought
/
/ Streets break into liquid dance
/ gathering legs…