By Musa Mwalimu Dukuly Fakolee Ayule sila bila: Fakolee natolè Clear the way: Fakolee is coming, he has a great and magical power. A short, fierce, beast and brave superhuman he was, he would grow taller than the roofs of hut when
Loyalty Maybe it’s when someone picks you up when you fall, believes in you when no one does or stands in the rain to await you, What’s loyalty? I supposed it’s when the street light goes off, When everything seems to be
“Grief In Silence” Musa Mwalimu Dukuly Everyday is a burial for me, My heart tells me mother’s still alive, While the grave tells me she’s at sleep. I growled, wailed and mourned Her dismissal, every night, At dawn, I pretend to be
Poem Title: “Djeli” When everything seems to fade away, in abyss. I’m the one, who plays the Kora, t To recount the past and present, Of the Mandé people, The givers of hope and courage. I learned this art, from my grandfather’s
Poem Title: “Who Are You” I’m a Mandinka Warrior, Kunta Knite, Not Toby, descendant of Sundiata Keita. I came to fulfill the legend of my ancestors. Even in the face of death, I didn’t succumb to degradation, For to live, is to
Poem Title: “Prince of Wakanda” I’m the son of a warrior, A warrior, who wears the garment, Of scars, And bruises. Fights with courage, to conquer conquerors. A son of a woman, A woman, whose beauty beautifies minds, Breeds generations of heroes,