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Sounds of African Drums
I hear the sound of drumsVigorous beats across the land,Bird rhythms rise and fallFar away in the damp jungleWhere the grass hides allThe earth sang with the windInsect wings zither like guitarsSwimming fishes create ripples,Tiny circles of gentle musicAll melodies for the quiet earth!Far away in the damp forest!
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Africa my Continent | Njabulo N.
Africa my continent,The land of our ancestors,The home to beautiful nature and diverse species,That sings humming songs,Even on cold weathers and rainy seasons.Africa my continent,Africa my pride,The land of the black blood,Flowing down my veins,That irrigates all the beautiful fields.Africa my continent,Africa my land of learned youths,Knowledgeable generation,With a beautiful and bright future. Africa my…
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Sunset
I wonder why you hide behind the hills and cloudsShying away from the approaching eveningLetting birds fly in echelon, a farewell callingTree reflections on the waters like ragsWhen bass voiced frogs resumed their songsHundreds of vocalists singing, in harmonyThe cream coloured clouds melt awayAs queer images draw across the skies,Shepherds call to sheep from the…
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Muse: Rejoice (2)
My heart rejoices, but why I can not say!The sun has risen, the land is goldenThe firmament is bright, blue and greyDews melt, trees dance, flowers openI rejoice for the lights which have come,For the love which I see all about me,For the little fine hamlet, I call homeI rejoice in her immense beauty So…
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April 2022
How quickly time passes! Flowers still grow in the dirt by the roadside. That reminds me of hope. Tree leaves fall, and new ones grow in their place. Now that’s true hope! So I would love to smell the flowers by the roadside and experience unconditional love again. Happy New Month everyone and don’t be…
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Nne – Mother
Nnem oma, my sweet motherMy best friend!Onyem, m ji eme onuDaada! Thinking of youGives me great joy!My first love, my creator!Ina enyem obi anuri,Ina akasim obi,I can not quantify this joyYou are my blessingNkechinyerem! *** Commentary: This was first published in 2019. I think everyone should appreciate their mothers. I grew up amid lovely women.…
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In This Moment | Arunav Barua
There’s a war raging, so we understand, or made toHere, there’s a child who goes to school without a shoeSaw a boy trying to collect garbage, no school for himDid you have your sumptuous breakfast? So, it’d seem That old lady who can’t walk straight, goes around aloneShe has never held a gadget, oh! Recharged…
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Tale of a Moonless Night
there’s no moon tonight,just littering galaxies,there’s pitch darknesson the path leading homeshadows grip the passerbywe are told night is no friend. this night of unusual aura,thoroughly cold and dreamy,of hills surrounded by mists,and a village amidst a relic,dreams are not far awaythe night sounds are lullaby. flickering lights come aliveunnatural solar lamps glintgreen forest and…
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Africa No Filter & African Women in the Media Graduate Trainee
Africa No Filter Here’s an opportunity for female African storytellers! Please if you know anyone, share this with them. The latest media grant by Africa No Filter will only fund women storytellers Women’s voices are still underrepresented in the media. To help close this gap, the latest Media Grants by Africa No Filter are aimed…
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Peace Not War
It’s time all youth let older men (those clueless leaders) fight their wars themselves Maybe we wouldn’t have arrived at wars if enormous powers were not vested in one man. When older men declare war, it’s the youth that must fight and die. My heart goes out to every Ukrainian and Russian family, to everyone…
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Mud | Robin Bliss
There was black mud.Dirty, slimy, smelly mud. Some seeds landed in the mire.Brown ordinary looking seeds.Nothing special to look at. But! They germinated sending,Down roots into the slime.Soon shoots appeared,And leaves grew. Bright flowers appeared.Pink, lovely blooms.The mud was covered,With verdant leaves and,Beautiful colourful flowers. Without the mud there,Would have no flowers.May the beautiful blossoms,Of…
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A Shepherd’s Grin
Dear friends, this little message below is an invitation to smile. No matter what you’re going through, smile. I have won angry or unhappy hearts with a smile; we can win anything with it! A cold twilight of sortLost in quick thoughtsWhen black clouds sailAway with the day’s memoriesThe crickets and owls,Galaxies and moonshine,All gathered…
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Flower| Robin Bliss
Wandering slowly down the streetMoving dead beat weary feetWanted to go out,get some airSo exhausted, as I can bearSeeing flattened wooden benchSitting on it makes some senseResting now my tired bonesWith a sigh and quiet groans Thinking I’ve had enough of lifeWith this illness so much strifeThen I saw a flower growingHow it got there…
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Muse: Granny’s Clay Pot
Memories Most traditional pots in Igboland are made from moulded clay dried in kilns. In times past, the Igbo society is well known for pottery. Water collected from streams and springs is fed into the big pot. So through the night, the clay pot makes the water chill. In the morning, a cup of water…
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My Dive | Eriata Oribhabor
I met your mystery…And dream steam burningBefore my muse-ful call…My turn and ease-ful freedom…Your cursery look, my thirst… I saw your power…Clean sparkling watersTucked from our quartersReveling in towering calmOf surrounding greens. I smiled at a dive…Challenged to striveFor same…not one to standAnd watch from the stands.I took a dive. Commentary: Mr Eriata is a…
