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By Nengi Emmanuel Obelley on September 19, 2020 in Focus, Poetry AFRICA WAKE UP How long will you sleep, Africa? How much longer will you cradle in depression, sulking, and watching your children sink,slip and get swept away in uncertainty?

By Jason Masino on September 17, 2020 in Focus, Poetry Back to Black Can you still shine bright from six feet underground? Culture transcends, lives on as the body – the bloody, soiled grape prunes Extract the soul and sell it Ferment the insides and sell it Yet less than 2% remains as juice Concentrate, can you? See yourself, do you? At what point does a rant turn into a plea? What becomes of the body- the bloody, soiled grape- when the history is wrung from his skin?

By Odediran Foluso on September 8, 2020 inFocusPoetry THE LANGUAGE OF PAIN The language of pain is neither salt on a fresh sore Nor a deep cut into the skin. The language of pain is not a throbbing illness Do you understand the language of pain, When the shadow of sorrow hovers above the soul of a man in the valley of stagnation.