To Puzzle The Birds Into Silence – Part 2

Mbana woke up, she quickly threw off her sleeping clothes, splashed warm water on her face and stretched an arm to pick one from her collection of chewing sticks arranged symmetrically on the bronze counter attached to the wall. The golden eye of the wildcat which was engraved onto the side of the counter reflected…

Alieu Badara And The “Bandi” Inspiration

It all started when he got into action movies. After he received that bag full of DVDs from his uncle on one of his visits from abroad. The bag had Fist of Honor, Cobra, Rambo: First Blood part I, part II and part IlI, Kill Bill, Spartacus, Kungfu Hustle, Conan The Barbarian, Path Finder and…

To Puzzle The Birds Into Silence – Part 1

They sat under the mango tree, Mbana’s head in between Kaula’s fleshy knees. Kaula’s fingers delicately crafted Mbana’s full, jet black hair into intricate patterns. Her fingers moved quickly, too quickly for one’s eyes to follow for too long. Quick enough to leave you cross eyed if you followed them for too long. Mbana winced…

The Lone Blue Slipper

   Under grey skies and a gentle drizzle, a tired township hassled through life. Clothed in colors once vibrant and alive, now mellow, faded and often threadbare. The din of human voices filled the wet air: the young, the old and frequently discernible, the obscene slur. The persistent honk of stranded cars joined the distasteful…

‘Fore The Monsoon Is Near

  Sitting by the window I watch the rain fall In my left hand a hard boiled egg, the right a cup of coffee    I saw the droplets as they fell A billion beats per second The earth sends forth that good ole smell and sets my soul a-soaring    The air, a mix…

When Ndumbeh Died (part two)

Abdou Nying – one of the purest, most humble persons to have graced the soils of my grandfather’s house. He came from Senegal many years before my birth. My grandfather let him stay in the house, then incomplete. The area was sparsely populated, all pathways were narrow and bordered by tall grasses and shrubs. At…

When Ndumbeh Died (part one)

When Ndumbeh died, it was just like any other day. It wasn’t a particularly windy morning, it didn’t rain. There was no  persistent tremor on the left eyelid which is believed to signal impending bad news. There were no freak accidents and ceramics breaking in unexplained circumstances. None of those little things we try to…

When It Rained

When it rained... I thought about first meetings For some reason, pickles come to mind... to be eaten together One jar riper than the other...  I thought of uncertain handshakes and awkward hugs Of walking away fast  Of standing far away and watching one walk away fast Of remembered details And of details we get…

Sleeping Fires

When the fire dies to ember, it is not dead A series of gentle blows, will nurse it back to life It withdraws into itself, hopeful, waiting for the day It settles and lives for the feeble puffs that come its way Igniting it just enough to stir a memory, the shadow of a glow…

This Gel of Gloom

Trapped in this thick gel of gloom Something I try to find A knob, a latch, an opening of some kind A sign of beyond, some bird or sunray Which shows someday, I’ll find my way   Yet even as I grope and fumble and prod Oh, how I pray that I never find For…