trust
Look my love at these savannas in them a dark green is reborn
from grassland…
poema
When the Gods found out that she existed on Earth they were filled with jealousy and rage…
Poesia Negra
Under European impositions, ‘black art’ is threatened. The transpositions of black folklore into European languages, made by lovers of ‘things from Africa’…
I started life alone
I started life alone. And in the midst of the displacement, I needed someone that… I needed love and affection. But, instead I felt alone in the relationship.
I was seventeen at the time
I was seventeen at the time. When we got to the border, I ended up staying in the United Nations’ refugee camps in Namibia for a year.
Webs of memory
In the dull melancholy of the ceiling bobbin webs embroider solitude while gentle shadow whispers…
