Tags : Africa

Sandgames

Sandgames

A Story by Abe Raha


"Off he goes to play his own sand games, but war is a losing game. The beast leaves its herd to wander the desert alone, the gazelle thinks he is a li..
Africa

Africa

A Poem by Hamze


Oh Africa. Cursed with beauty. Abused for bounty. Numerous times have men from foreign shores claimed you for their own. Bewildered by your live..
Dear Shutterbug

Dear Shutterbug

A Poem by LaMyron


The picture you gave is of a tower.The tower is on a buildingand there are columns on the front.Its chimes are ringingand that song its pompous bees a..
So Very Tired Is The Man

So Very Tired Is The Man

A Poem by Firestone Feinberg


This poem came to me when I awoke one night at 4 a.m. I had everything but the last lines. I lay back to go to sleep. about two minutes later AFRIC..
.:Africa:.

.:Africa:.

A Poem by Beemo


My concrete poem about Africa.
The Skull

The Skull

A Story by Georgina V Solly


The story of the strange skull from Africa.
Roller Skating in the Desert

Roller Skating in the Desert

A Book by Leita Kaldi


A memoir of a middle-aged woman in the Peace Corps in Senegal, dealing with culture shock, seductions, and falling in love with Africa.
Bound to Tradition Book 1: The Dream

Bound to Tradition Book 1: The Dream

A Book by Akinyi Yimbo


Erik, 40, wants to adopt orphaned Khira, 16. She wants his name but definitely not as his daughter. Will he be able to resist the temptation of an ard..
Top deck of the 43

Top deck of the 43

A Poem by Bordeaux-Paris


On the left at ABC, on the top of the 43, at the back for BA Woodbines were my Granddad’s choice. These weeds stoked him, choked him. &l..
Magi

Magi

A Book by John Holmes


Okay so, modern day world, one difference, magic exists, as do Angels, Demons, gods and the such like. They work alongside humans in a war against Cha..
Chapter one: Raphael.

Chapter one: Raphael.

A Chapter by John Holmes


The prologue and half of the opening chapter to my book.
Swahili

Swahili

A Poem by Mark


African music always fills me. If there were only one sound to send as representative of the human race, I would have to choose the music of Africa
Greener Grasses

Greener Grasses

A Poem by The Blood Poet


A poem about Sickle Cell Anemia. (Previously published in "The Great Black North: Contemporary African Canadian Poetry")
Safari

Safari

A Poem by The Blood Poet


a strange blue painting a gurney the sound of a blood pressure pump the smell of antiseptic an abandoned wheelchair an old wom..
My Heart

My Heart

A Poem by The Blood Poet


On Wednesday I had an echocardiogram done an ultrasound for the heart to check to make sure everything was ok. For the first time in ..
Fatigue

Fatigue

A Poem by The Blood Poet


as a kid I felt I could never catch up with my friends with my homework physically or catch my breath everything felt like I was ru..
The Empire of the Soul

The Empire of the Soul

A Poem by The Blood Poet


the sacred wound a sacred life the womb that no knife can cut. The tribe migration deeper into the mountains looking fo..
Belly Wisdom

Belly Wisdom

A Poem by The Blood Poet


the sacred wound a sacred life the womb that no knife can cut. The tribe migration deeper into the mountains looking ..