Words grow cold Time sits in the mirror And when you look Years stare What happened, you ask? When did I leave the race? A tear, a shiver, All from the cracking place.
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One writer’s postcard (the Pan African Literary Forum in Ghana)
I’ve been wanting to write this for a very long time—a new post for my blog. Every time I’ve sat before my computer I’ve been overwhelmed by how much I have to sieve through. I am thinking I’ve been under a writer’s block of a different kind—finding myself with too much information and therefore not […]
Africa in the here and now: the fate of MDG’s & undemocratic states.
When I was young and impressionable I had this grand vision of saving the world. It was so easy to dream up a free and fair world where sanity, justice and good health prevailed. It was even easier to engage in activities that could quicken the coming into being of those dreams. Now that I […]
Memory Chirere’s cogent review of “Dreams, Miracles and Jazz”
A review has come out on the recently published short story anthology of new African writing: “Dreams, Miracles and Jazz“, in which my story, Land of my bones, is published.
Happy news & other news
Happy news: For the Pan African Literary Forum contest, I took first place in the Africana Fiction category. I am doubly honored as Junot Díaz, the Pulitzer Prize winning fiction writer and essayist, was the judge for that category. Other news: Two unpublished novels. One complete; one still in progress. Notes on both below.
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MKB: Thank you so much! I would love to read yours too ...
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