Tochukwu Ezebube is a passionate poet and founder of Poem Collections. With a deep love for African verse and a commitment to sharing diverse poetic voices, Tochukwu curates a rich tapestry of poems that celebrate the beauty of words from Africa and around the world. Join him on this poetic journey at Poem Collections, where the magic of language unfolds.
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Background of the poet Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali, (born 1940, Vryheid, Natal, South Africa), South African poet who wrote in English and Zulu and whose work drew deeply upon the immediate experience of life in the Johannesburg township of Soweto. Mtshali worked as a messenger before his first collection of poems, Sounds of a Cowhide Drum (1971), won…
The Castaway by Derek Walcott
The starved eye devours the seascape for the morsel Of a sail. The horizon threads it infinitely. Action breeds frenzy. I lie, Sailing the ribbed shadow of a palm, Afraid lest my own footprint multiply. Blowing sand thin as smoke, Bored shifts its dunes. The surf tires of its castles like a child. The salt…
The Cathedral by Kofi Awoonor Analysis, Themes, Literary Devices
‘The Cathedral by Kofi Awoonor‘, a powerful proclamation of cultural identity and a critique on the incursion of foreign religion, is a poem that throws open the dialogue of deep-rooted African traditions clashing with Western religious influences. Residing in Africa and breathing its rich literature for over a decade, I have been privy to the…
Akosua ‘Nowa by Joe de Graft
They say the guinea-fowl lays her treasureWhere only she can find it.Akosua ‘Nowa is a gunea-fowl:Go tell her, red ant upon the tree. I met Akosua ‘Nowa this morning;I greeted: Akosua, how is your treasure?She looked me slowly up and down,She sneered: The man is not yet here who’ll find it! Akosua ‘Nowa has touched…
LOS PESARES JUNTOS by Roberto Sosa
Aquíhijas del verbo: madres, los esparemos. Escúchenos, “vivos se los llevaron, vivos los queremos.”Recuérdenlo en el nombre del padre, del hijo y del hermanodetenidos y desaparecidos. Esperamos con la frente en altopunto por punto unidas como la cicatriz a sus costuras. Nadie podrá destruir ni desarmar nuestros pesares juntos.Amen.
Promise by Arthur Nortje
Clock and season march, each day more mellow, since time must nourish youth beyond blossoms: the new furred power glints in early patterns, brought with true focus to your beauty now. Words drift in multitudes from your replies, who’ve chosen foreign life: I ponder snatches. We cross like shadows, young and watchful insects. My time…