1. africaisdonesuffering:

    Women in Africa and the Diaspora: “Nayyirah Waheed”

    We need more students in the STEM (science, technology, engineering and mathematics) field they say. We need more students in the medical field. We need more doctors, more engineers, more computer scientists, more nurses, and more biologists. But I beg to differ. I think we need more psychologists. More anthropologists, more dancers, singers, painters, and most importantly we need more writers… more poets.

    Who will tell our stories?

    We need more writers who will preserve our history. We need more poets who will pass down our sacred folktales from one generation to the next.

    We need poetry

    Poetry has the power to ignite an unquenchable fire in a person’s soul. It has the power to reach beyond the realm of the conscious mind with its sounds and rhythms. It crosses boundaries that other forms of expression fail to transcend.

    We need more writers. We need more poets.

    We need more Nayyirah Waheeds.

    Nayyirah Waheed is U.S. based writer who began writing at the tender age of 11 after a teacher assigned an assignment that required the class to write a poem to put into a community newspaper. From that assignment, Nayyirah discovered a new medium for self-expression. From the age of 11 till now, Nayyirah Waheed has blossomed into a powerful poet/artist and woman. She is currently working on her first published work, to be released September 2013.

    Rise Africa received the opportunity to talk to Nayyirah Waheed, here’s what she had to say.

     


  2. "Her body is one long sigh."
    — Warsan shire. (via manufactoriel)
     

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  4. dynamicafrica:

    Somali poet Warsan Shire has become the first winner and recipient of the Brunel University African Poetry Prize.

    Out of a total of 655 entries, Shire was shortlisted along with six other African up-and-coming poets. 

    The 24-year-old Kenyan born, England-raised poet has read her work globally, and her poetry pamphlet Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth was published in 2011 by flipped eye.

    The judges praised Warsan’s poetry for its combination of substance, beauty and drama. Her work was described as “…beautifully crafted, subtle and understated in its use of language and metaphor yet still able to evoke a strong sense of mood and place that touches the reader.” 

    "I’ve never been to Somalia, and I’m Somali. So the poems for me are a way of creating a connection to a country I’ve never been to. I don’t know how it feels to belong, or to be home or anything like that," - Shire

     


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    In a way, her strangeness, her naïveté, her craving for the other half of her equation was the consequence of an idle imagination. Had she paints, or clay, or knew the discipline of the dance or strings; had she anything to engage her tremendous curiosity and gift for metaphor, she might have exchanged the restlessness and preoccupation with whim for an activity that provided her with all she yearned for.

    And like any artist with no art form, she became dangerous.

    "
    — “Sula” by Toni Morrison  (via mirroir)

    (Source: yearsofmagicalthinking, via lingeringchai)

     


  6. theijeoma:

    You try to be a little softer,

    tongue a little delicate

    your little sister says

    "Ada, be a little colonized with your accent."

    you gather your words

    hurling out your political mantras.


    these days,

    you hold on to anything that reminds you of home

    you carry her in your voice

     


  7. "and sometimes
    the ocean
    feels her heartbeat
    through storms."
    — Ijeoma Umebinyuo (via theijeoma)
     

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  9. "

    you
    leave you on my skin
    my friends know you’ve visited
    they keep
    mapping your visit on my skin

    they say,
    he was there last night,
    on her neck,
    around her thighs
    even her words
    are soaked with pleasure.

    "
    — Ijeoma Umebinyuo (via theijeoma)

    (via theijeoma)

     


  10. He said, “you are beautiful” I told him “beautiful” is a lazy and lousy way to describe me.

    theijeoma:

    Ijeoma Umebinyuo.