There’s a lot of important themes in this book. I found many poems to be engaging and even sad. They were taken from multiple sources, across multiple countries, across multiple years to really give you a variety. Some are bits from longer poems, and many pages have artwork. The book also comes with a glossary and a map of Africa.
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Favorites:
Death
Death is when one is very old, then one lies down one evening, and one cannot wake up anymore, the sleeping man is carried to a village, where everybody sleeps all the time, each one of them alone in a bed, dug in the earth.
Ahmed Tidjani Cisse (Guinea)
Extract from “Why am I so cynical about my country now?”
Why, why am I so cynical about my country now?
God make me love my country again, it is the only one I have, I have no other. I cannot live anywhere else, I can travel to the east or west for weeks or months. As the case may be but I always long to return to my country. In spite of all the attractions in foreign lands, or things are orderly, or everything works. How, how can one be comfortable in a country that is not one’s own?
Flora Nwapa (Nigeria)
Extract from “Breath”
Listen more to things than towards that are said. The water is voice sings and the flame cries, and the wind that brings the woods to sighs, is the breathing of the dead. Who have not gone away, who are not under the ground, who are never dead.
Birago Diop (Senegal)
But a grave voice answers me. Impetuous child that three young and strong, that tree over there, splendidly alone amidst white and faded flowers. That is your Africa springing up a new, springing up patiently, obstinately. Who’s fruits bit by bit acquire the bitter taste of liberty.
David Diop (Senegal)