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Laws on Earth


by Steady Onx



My gran dad, my gran dad would have made an amazing president. But he was born to be a traditional doctor. He had eyes that could look through a mans soul. You should of heard the stories he told.

My dad, he's big he's bold, sometimes caught cold in a role. He holds his own, won't hesitate to soch you to the jaw with a knowledge that's his own. His shit is unfuckswithy. Still pretty a locked mind really.

My mom my qwans she is the one. the one who keeps the keys to the safe were my dad locks his guns. And since I fell out she's held me in her palms since that day that it begun. I love her like the warmth of the sun.

My brother I believe is a genius, a little bit mischievous. His plan is To die laughing, and all about that he's so serious. I.Q on I.T. With a creativity that's so exra-terrestrial. Life has proven him to be a little unlucky though.

And me? Well I was born on an island. Its just that the tides havnt rised yet. You can call that African timing. Drowning. in a futuristic mind set. Silence is a please like mimed sex. And my destiny maybe to free Set. To click rest. To fight back. To go back, back to the old ways. Damn he reminds me of a guy back in those days.

last night in my sleep I dreamt I murdered my whole family this machete. I swelled so heavy. My fear was that people took love to be so petty..

And with dawns light my consciousness took sight. That's when I realised that there is a difference between an illusion and what's real guys. For example; the pain maybe real but the lies are just illusions, the Lord whispers what the truth is. Sit in its bliss, oblige its wish. and remember that love can not be held its like the morning mist.. The living of life is your job, Leave a Legacy, so that when they mourn your missed.

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dEEnyc

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Writing Process, 14 minutes, 16 bars

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Switch Off


by Poem the ANSA



This Hollywood Chihuahua is Bangkok dangerous
Like Mariah I got Carried away put in a Lockout
And throw the Alicia Keys away always
Fighting Temptations always sinking into the deep blue sea
Ocean 13 my poetry was Castaway
Breaking all the rule at the playboy mansion
Like Angeline always Jolling around not knowing
When I will road trip and fall in to a Brat Pitt
So the transporter, take me on a Journey to the Mysteries island
The illusionist convinced me that m not a Morgan Freeman
M still trapped in this Nicolas Cage
But like a smith I have big black will that reminded me
That I am Legend so I finally had the zeal to switch off
The goddam TV and come to this poetry meet.

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Yaw on a beat

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Do not scream in my dream


by Poem the ANSA



Do not configure my theme
Do not get lost in my sleep
Do not readjust my scene
Do not suggest my going
You don't know my coming
Do not shine my rim
Do not wipe my clean
Do not wish for my ring
You won't stand my thing
Do not dance when I sing
Do not commit my sin
Do not repeat my clip
You won't see when I flip
Do not caress my sheet
Do not call my child a kid
Do not predict my skill
Don't say the sky is my limit
You do not pay my bill
Do not judge my guilt
Do not join my click
Do not sweep my street
Don't, don't scream in my dream

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Our Village

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Murda - Orakle

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We Must Free Our Imagination


by Lauri Kubuitsile



For writers a prescribed imagination is death. But sadly, in Africa, from every corner, there are threats trying to curtail what we can think, who we can be- and therefore -what we can write. Even the simple act of saying- I want to be a writer- is smashed down and destroyed. A writer? Be serious. Go be a doctor, an engineer, a nurse.

In Botswana, where we have no programme for writers in the entire country, the vice chancellor of our only university at the time, was once presented with a proposal to start a creative writing programme. He said- what does Botswana need writers for? This is a perfect example of how the lack of imagination in Africa is killing us. How the colonisation of our minds is still strong and vibrant- and deadly.

The need to conform in every way is very strong in our societies. Those who step away from the expected path are brave indeed, to fight against such a wall of resistance takes courage and stamina. But that is exactly what we most desperately need. Sadly, we clamour to walk the same disastrous, worn paths of the colonisers. Even when we see where they are heading, the fateful end, we insist it is where we must go, too. Why?

Threats to our imagination and the wonderful array of ways all Africans can live and think are everywhere. They come from the news stories international media houses choose to show about Africa. They come from the stories international publishing houses choose to publish from Africans. They come from the fire churches that are setting rules about who and who is not a true African. They come from our leaders with their pandering to international organisations with vested interests that have nothing to do with the lives of ordinary Africans.
And they even come from us.

As writers we make decisions about the stories we write, and we must interrogate those decisions. We must be sure that we are writing our story. Each and every one of us is unique, and our stories are required to assist Africans to find all the wonderful, magical ways our imaginations can travel. This idea that Africa is one huge, homogenous continent is a fallacy. As Chimamanda Adichie has said, the falseness of a single story is dangerous and destructive. We are wonderfully diverse.

I'm an African. I'm a Motswana. But who would have pictured me when they created a mind picture of who a Motswana was? I must step forward and correct that, just like all of us must step forward and correct these mistaken thoughts, these artificial parameters that tell lies about us.

We need to make sure our stories and our imaginations fly free and unhindered by anything. As Binyavanga says in his wonderful videos- we must not be obedient. We must not photocopy. Botswana, South Africa- they are not Europe. Why do we try to make them behave as if they are?

I love how Africans are trying their best to find new ways to solve our problems- our problems with publishing. We have books and stories on cellphones such as Fundza and Ever Egg and Bookly. We have Paperright that prints out books anywhere on copiers, in places where there are no bookshops. These are African solutions to African problems. This is us freeing our imaginations.

If Africa is to survive, as Binyavanga says, we need a diverse ecosystem. Every oddball is required. Every person hovering at the margins must shout to be heard, they must demand their place. That's the new Africa and writers need to be at the vanguard.

It is our responsibility.

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