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Excerpt from an upcoming collection by Obiageli A. Iloakasia titled Kàmbíl
mother cries on days I challenge you.
she says that my rants are bad songs
that never pleases the king’s ears
and my stone face,
a scarecrow that sends men away.
when I cry out for freedom,
she says my freedom songs
remind her of the Mau Mau Uprising
and sometimes, Mandela’s quest
for freedom in South Africa.
By Njikonye Charles Nnamdi
My mother is the vibrant sepals of a flower, and I'm the tender petals she protects. Ask me of a wonderful mother, and I'll novel you my mother, with marvels only second to God.
My mother was birthed a few years after the Nigerian-Biafran war, of which her entry into this world was the bloom of her parents. She was the patience they seeded in themselves that an era of no war, a time of healing after the war, would come by. And they named her after that patience. They called her ‘Ndidi,’ the Igbo meaning for patience. I tuck my mother's name into my skin pores wherever I go; I'm strutting in a long queue, her name is Patience, and I breathe it in.
By Onah, Godday Ejiofor
Be free my mother,
From this pang of labour that lingers
Like a night without hope of dawn
Be free my mother,
From these whales that dine upon thy children
Like witches in the realm of manhunt
By Olatunde Ilerioluwa
A Childhood Tale of a Congolese by Alain Mabanckou
“…No, she asks me to stay with her, she asks me what I’ve been learning at school, what I like doing best, and what I want to do when I’m older, when I’m twenty….When I’m on the road to happiness, then I’ll know I’ve finally grown up, that I’m twenty at last.”
Alain Mabanckou, also called “the African Beckett,” is the author of several prize-winning novels, including Broken Glass, ranked by The Guardian as number 99 in its list of 100 best books of the 21st century. Also considered a literary phenomenon in the Francophone world, he is known for his candour when talking about Africa and his mannerism in depicting the experience of contemporary Africa. A voice of influence in African literature, Alain captures the rhythm of French on the pages of his books, little wonder that he is a professor of French and Francophone studies at the University of California, Los Angeles.