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feral-ballad · 2 years

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Ijeoma Umebinyuo, from Questions for Ada; “Survive”

[Text ID: “Let her find herself. / Let her crawl if she must. / Let her tear herself apart. / Let her question all she knows. / Let her become her own sun. / Let her.”]

#excerpts #writings #literature #poetry #ijeoma umebinyuo #fragments #words #selections #quotes #poetry collection #lit #typography #nigerian writers #nigerian poets #self loathing #survival #healing

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oiroegbu · 2 years

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Hangout with Chidiebere Okoroji from Nigeria

Today’s hangout will be with a former school classmate who I share a passion for writing with. He loves writing about politics and justice. Please welcome Chidiebere Okoroji from Imo State, Nigeria. If you follow my blog you might have seen his poems. So in this post, I’ll ask him some questions about his private life and his work. OI: Welcome Chidiebere, can we get to know you better? CAO:…

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#Chidiebere Okoroji #Nigerian poets #Poet from Nigeria

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kemetic-dreams · 2 months

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Do not speak to fools; they scorn the wisdom of your words-Nas

Ghetto Prisoners

#african #afrakan #kemetic dreams #africans #brownskin #afrakans #brown skin #african culture #poet #nas #nigerian #ghetto prisoners

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yourdailyqueer · 1 year

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Candice Iloh

Gender: Non binary (they/them)

Sexuality: Queer

DOB: N/A

Ethnicity: Nigerian

Nationality: American

Occupation: Writer, poet, teacher, dancer

#Candice Iloh #lgbt #qpoc #bipoc #lgbtq #non binary #queer #nigerian #black #african #poc #writer #poet #teacher #dancer

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inkfulinsight · 8 months

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I want to love him but I shouldn’t…

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yasniger · 1 year

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PRESSED AND PRESSURED

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#2023 #Life #Nigerian #People #poet #Poetry #pressed #Pressure

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theoffingmag · 9 months

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Prosper C. Ìféányí, "After Cremation"

#micro #poetry #poem #excerpt #quote #nigeria #literature #nigerian poet #prosper c. ifeanyi #the offing

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theworkingsociety · 1 year

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⏺ UnSerious Collective Poetry Fellowship

Deadline 30.04.2023 :: Nigeria

The UnSerious Collective Fellowship awards four emerging Nigerian poets annually for commendable and experimental poetry. Open to anyone who has not published a full-length collection, the scholarship includes a grant of ₦50,000 and publication on the collective's website. Selected finalists will also be published.

Apply here.

#opportunity #poetry fellowship #poetry grant #Nigerian poet

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adrainesworld · 1 year

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A/N: I couldn't resist this prompt.

"You still smell like him. Go wash again," my husband says, with an apologetic smile and a pitiful look in his eyes.

I keep my lips together as I finish tying his tie. Then, I step back and let out a deep breath. My husband grabs his suitcase from the couch and runs his fingers through his hair, all the while keeping his gaze fixed on me.

"I didn't know," I reply, trying to hide the sadness in my voice, "I'm sorry, I-"

He sighs, "There's no need to apologize, love."

I take a deep breath, noticing that the stench still lingers. It's a mix of perfume and something rotten, an overpowering and nauseating smell that makes me feel sick. The putrid odor of decay has suffocated the sweet scent of flowers, creating a sickly-sweet aroma that clings to my clothes. The smell is thick and heavy, like a miasma of rot that makes me want to retch.

"My love, are you okay?" my husband asks, looking concerned, "You don't look-"

I nod and wrap my arms around my body, "I'm fine. I just got a bit overwhelmed."

Overwhelmed by the scent I will never forget, by the mix of beauty and terror, of life and death.

I look up and smile, "Have a nice day at work."

He seems uncertain, but then he moves closer to me and smiles, before kissing me deeply. "I'll be back tonight, okay?"

"Promise?" I ask.

"I promise. I love you," he smiles.

"I love you too," I reply.

And with that, he leaves.

Once the door shuts, the house is filled with an oppressive silence. It's as if all the noise in the world has been sucked away, leaving behind an eerie emptiness that feels like it's closing in on me.

It wasn’t always like this. It didn’t always feel like the quiet was a presence all on its own. I walk towards the basement, ignoring the deafening hush that seems to swallow everything in its path. Every footstep, every breath, and every rustle of my clothing is amplified, making me feel like I'm the only one left in a world devoid of life and noise.

Once I reach the basement, I notice the door is slightly ajar, the putrid stench even stronger as it wafts out from the darkness. I don’t hesitate to push it open and step inside. Then I close the door behind me, finally finding peace from the haunting silence.

The air is thick with the smell of rot, a never-ending symphony of decay that plays in my mind. A big smile makes it’s way to my face when I see him, lying on his bed, still as beautiful as ever.

I walk towards him slowly. Flowers and toys that once brought him joy surround the bed, untouched. I begin to wonder if he has gotten tired of them. Does he not like them anymore? I want to ask. I want to know. But he doesn’t respond when I speak to him anymore.

He looks different. His skin is pale and his eyes were hollow. He is a grotesque masterpiece of decay. His once-vibrant flesh is now mottled with green and black, dotted with puss-filled sores. A thick, cloying scent seeps from his body and maggots crawl over his flesh, feasting on the remains, their tiny bodies writhing in a disgusting dance.

I brush the cobwebs from his hair and look into his eyes. They were once bright and full of life, but now they are empty, sunken orbs that seem to stare into the void. His lips are pulled back in a final, silent scream, exposing his yellowed teeth in a twisted smile.

I dip my hand into my pocket and take out my phone. Then I call my husband. He picks up immediately.

“My love, are you okay?” he asks.

I nod, before realizing he can’t see me. Tears fill my eyes, and I bite my bottom lip to hold back from crying. "Yes, but I was just wondering if you could buy some new toys on your way back. Our son isn't playing with these ones, and I don't know what to do. I can't... I'm..."

"Calm down, breathe," my husband says softly. "I'll get the best ones I can find. He'll love them. I promise."

I wipe away my tears and sniff, "Okay, thank you."

"I'll text you when I get to work, okay?" he says.

"Okay, I have to go too," I murmur, mindlessly straightening my son's clothes. "I still smell like him. I'll go wash again."

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maria-eleyi-igoche · 1 year

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Every day I look outside my window

The world is moving and I am stagnant

I look on searching for what to hold on too

Or to yell wait, let me catch up!!!

But no! The world keeps moving and I am fighting to keep up!!!

#poet #Nigerian #public universities #lecturer

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cttm001 · 2 years

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SISI

In my mesmerized mind, inevitably will I wonder speechlessly, screaming from my eyes everytime assessing God’s thought when molding a figure as this; willing the power to make a man’ lust explode from his sockets. Sisi, 2018 Oil & Acrylic on Canvas 47 1/5 × 47 1/5 in 120 × 120 cm by OMOFEMI OLUWOLE lost still, just like that in the flow of love I can’t but…

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#Africa #AFRICAN AMERICAN #African women #Best Nigerian Poet #black woman #Omofemi Oluwole

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feral-ballad · 2 years

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Ijeoma Umebinyuo, from Questions for Ada

#excerpts #writings #literature #poetry #ijeoma umebinyuo #fragments #words #selections #quotes #poetry collection #lit #typography #pain #healing #nigerian writers #nigerian poets

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oiroegbu · 2 years

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The Broken Heart by Saeed Rukayya

The Broken Heart This greatest dream of mine has been shattered,I fall and stumble into the dark hole,Grasping for light in a place of no shadows, Oh, my heart aches. I watch salty water trickle down my cheek,Thinking of how I’ll stitch this broken heart,Suddenly, his voice echoed in my head,Bringing back the unwanted memories, the past. So I raised my hand and seek,From the master of Mars…

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#Nigerian poetry #Northern Nigerian poet #poetry

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oodsworld · 2 years

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Awareness

When you left a hole was created One that swallows all And i was so close its a wonder i didn’t fall Boxed in by people meant to guard me I realise, wishes are not respected Out for benefit? Doesn’t seem to be so More like misguided hate for reasons best known To you, me or maybe no-one Turns out I was a fool, we all where A believe you where loved deeply by those you love… The sun…

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#creative writing #English poems #me #naija poetry #nigerian poetry #poem #poems about life #poemsbyme #poemsociety #poemsporn #poet #poetry #poetry community #poetry journal #short poem #writer

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fiercynn · 7 months

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black & palestinian solidarities

if you support black liberation but are unsure of your stance on palestinian resistance, here’s a reminder that they are deeply intertwined. after the 1917 balfour declaration by the british government announcing the first support for a zionist state in palestine, zionism and israeli occupation of palestine have followed similar ideologies and practices to white supremacist settler colonial projects, so solidarity between black and palestinian communities has grown over time, seeing each other as fellow anti-imperialist and anti-racist struggles. (if you get a paywall for any of the sources below, try searching them in google scholar.)

palestinians have been inspired by and shown support for black liberationist struggles as early as the 1930s, when arabic-language newspapers in palestine wrote about the struggle by black folks in the united states and framed it as anti-colonial, as well as opposing the 1935 invasion by fascist italy of ethiopia, the only independent black african state at the time. palestinian support for black struggles grew in the 1960s with the emergence of newly-independent african states, the development of black and third world internationalisms, and the civil rights movement in the united states. palestinian writers have expressed this solidarity too: palestinian activist samih al-qasim showed his admiration for congolese independence leader patrice lumumba in a poem about him, while palestinian poet mahmoud darwish’s “letters to a negro” essays spoke directly to black folks in the united states about shared struggles.

afro-palestinians have a rich history of freedom fighting against israeli apartheid, where they face oppression at the intersections of their black and palestinian identities. some families trace their roots back hundreds of years, while others came to jerusalem in the nineteenth century from chad, sudan, nigeria, and senegal after performing the hajj (the islamic pilgrimage to mecca) and settled down. still others came to palestine in the 1940s specifically to join the arab liberation army, where they fought against israel’s ethnic cleansing of palestinians during the 1948 nakba (“catastrophe”). afro-palestinian freedom fighter fatima bernawi, who was of nigerian, palestinian, and jordanian descent, became, in 1967, the first palestinian woman to be organize an operation against israel, and subsequently the first palestinian woman to be imprisoned by israel. the history of afro-palestinian resistance continues today: even as the small afro-palestinian community in jerusalem is highly-surveilled, over-policed, disproportionately incarcerated, and subjected to racist violence, they continue to organize and fight for palestinian liberation.

black revolutionaries and leaders in the united states have supported the palestinian struggle for decades, with a ramp-up since the 1960s. malcolm x became a huge opponent of zionism after traveling to southwest asia and north africa (SWANA), publishing “zionist logic” in 1964, and becoming one of the first black leaders from the united states to meet with the newly formed palestine liberation organization. the black panther party and the third world women’s alliance, a revolutionary socialist organization for women of color, also supported palestinian resistance in the 1970s. writers like maya angelou, june jordan, and james baldwin have long spoken out for palestinians. dr. angela davis (who received support from palestinian political prisoners when she was incarcerated) has made black and palestinian solidarity a key piece of her work. and many, many more black leaders and revolutionaries in the united states have supported palestinian freedom.

while israel has long courted relationships with the african union and its members, there has been ongoing tension between them since at least the 1970s, when all but four african states (malawi, lesotho, swaziland, and mauritius) cut off diplomatic ties with israel after the 1973 october war. while many of those diplomatic relationships were reestablished in subsequent decades, they remain rocky, and earlier this year, the african union booted an israeli diplomat from their annual summit in addis ababa, ethiopia, and issued a draft declaration on the situation in palestine and the middle east that expressed “full support for the palestinian people in their legitimate struggle against the israeli occupation”, naming israeli settlements as illegal and calling for boycotts and sanctions with israel. grassroots organizations like africa 4 palestine have also been key in the BDS (boycott, divestment, sanctions) movement.

in south africa, comparisons between israel and south african apartheid have been prevalent since the 1990s and early 2000s. israel historically allied with apartheid-era south africa, while palestinians opposed south african apartheid, leading nelson mandela to support the palestinian liberation organization as "fighting for the right of self-determination"; over the years his statements have been joined by fellow black african freedom fighters like nozizwe madlala-routledge and desmond tutu. post-apartheid south africa has continued to be a strong ally to palestine, calling for israel to be declared “apartheid state”.

black and palestinian solidarities have continued into the 21st century. palestinian people raised money to send to survivors of hurricane katrina in the united states in 2005 (which disproportionately harmed black communities in new orleans and the gulf of mexico) and the devastating earthquake in haiti in 2010. in the past decade, the global black lives matter struggle has brought new emphasis to shared struggles. prison and police abolitionists have long noted the deadly exchange which brings together police, ICE, border patrol, and FBI agents from the united states to train with soldiers, police, and border agents from israel. palestinian freedom fighters supported the 2014 uprising in ferguson in the united states, and shared strategies for resisting state violence. over a thousand black leaders signed onto the 2015 black solidarity statement with palestine. the murder of george floyd by american cops in 2020 has sparked further allyship, including black lives matter protests in palestine, with organizations like the dream defenders making connections between palestinian and black activists.

this is just a short summary that i came up because i've been researching black and asian solidarities recently so i had some sources on hand; there's obviously so much more that i haven't covered, so please feel free to reblog with further additions to this history!

#free palestine #black liberation #black and palestinian solidarity #black and asian solidarity #original

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inkfulinsight · 8 months

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I won’t text you though. I don’t want to.

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