Oral traditions, protest poetry, and vibrant modern voices.
Once upon a time, son, they used to laugh with their hearts.
— Gabriel Okara
"Once upon a time, son, they used to laugh with their hearts."
In your ears my song is motor car misfiring.
"In your ears my song is motor car misfiring."
"The man dies in all who keep silent in the face of tyranny."
New York! I say to you: let black blood flow into your blood.
— Léopold Sédar Senghor
"New York! I say to you: let black blood flow into your blood."
"For he was a shrub among the poplars, needing more roots."
Naked woman, black woman, clothed with your colour which is life.
"Naked woman, black woman, clothed with your colour which is life."
A tiger does not proclaim its tigritude — it pounces.
— Wole Soyinka
"A tiger does not proclaim its tigritude — it pounces."
Before you, mother Idoto, naked I stand.
— Christopher Okigbo
"Before you, mother Idoto, naked I stand."
Books and all forms of writing are terror to those who wish …
"Books and all forms of writing are terror to those who wish to suppress the trut..."
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