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Watching and listening to my Syrian brothers and sisters on the news, I cried the tears I should have shed many years ago on the Guinean border. Like my late father, I wake up every morning to BBC news, and the headline for the past couple of weeks have been about the Syrians running away from their country and seeking refuge in Europe. Every morning I listen to the interviews, the pain in their voices, and the hopelessness of their situation. Behi...
In
the Lion Mountains I was conceived
In
her absence I have redefined myself
I
was compelled to leave you Romarong
But
I am strengthened by your blood
The
blood of free blacks mixed with natives
On
the western side of a continent
A
home for Africa’s abandoned children
How
I long to coil in your black belly again
And
smell the aroma of foufou and tola
Cooked
with hog-foot and canya pepe
And
the tang of Mama Jeneba’s pemahun
Dispersed
by the smell of ken...
KATEHUN |
Motto: Goyia Loi Towa Bla-(Unity Divides The Pumpkin) |
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