Afrikan

Afrikan

By Kye Makyeli From the slopes of the now silent Elgon, To the arid plateau in Jos, Her blood flows, A near perfect cocktail of glorious cultures A royal blend of heritage That prides her of the impeccable specimen that she is, Afrikan.   The east wind ind blows,...
One Last Phone Call

One Last Phone Call

Article is by C.J Npowa Hey it’s me, Can we talk? I’ve been thinking… It’s not that I don’t want to f**k It’s just that I want so much more You feel me. I want to be able to hold you to The promises you made to me back when I want...
The Queen of Afrika

The Queen of Afrika

I saw the queen of Afrika Standing upon great Many Meandering hills Of heaps Of heights Too great For rubble  I saw the queen of the world Bending down Looking for gold in a dirty collage Of copious pieces Of meaningless scraps Discarded even by the poor I saw the...
Sing Me

Sing Me

Sing me a Song my lover, Sing me praises Words of beauty, Words that woo the wind to dance Sway with leaves on branches, Words that melt my soul That pierce sharply within, Make me ache within Touch my heart mi amor, Wrap your strong hands around it Warm it with your...