I look around and all about me is dust, it has swallowed up the giants of our infanthood. We are the men now, this is the...
One of the problem with Africans is that when they become educated they begin to despise their roots. I don’t talk poetry, I live it. People...
In the good old days there were no unemployed graduates, and poetry was a sacred office. No one painted a leader in a loinskin with his...
