The Lion stakes his claim To the leadership of the pack But the Antelopes remember The ferocious pounce of his paws The…

Small round hard stones click under my heels, seeding grasses thrust bearded seeds into trouser cuffs, cans, trodden on…

I remember you. A spark tearing the blue sky. Seeds flirting with clouds. Men confiding in stars. A song held warm and …

Ode to Gossips By Safia Elhillo i was mothered by lonely women some of  them wives some of them w…

Naked woman, black woman Clothed with your colour which is life, with your form which is beauty! In your shadow I have …

The child is not dead The child lifts his fists against his mother Who shouts Afrika ! shouts the breath Of freedom and…

African love song- Antjie Krog neither the moist intimacy of your eyelids fair as fennel nor the violence of your body …

The poem can start with him walking backwards into a room. He takes off his jacket and sits down for the rest of his li…

Rebel Song- Breyten Breytenbach  give me a pen so I may sing that life is not in vain give me a season an autumn a spri…

Kofi Awoonor was born George Awoonor-Williams in Wheta, Ghana, to Ewe parents. He was a poet, literary critic, professo…

Today in prison   by tacit agreement   they will sing just one   song:   Nkosi Sikekela*;   slowly and solemnly   with …

The price seemed reasonable, location Indifferent. The landlady swore she lived Off premises. Nothing remained But self…