Literary Zone

Short story: Harvest of Hate

Harvest of Hate By Roland Bankole Marke My name is Mary Bangura, although I was born and baptized Mary Talabi James, at Saint John’s Maroon (...)

| January 2008 | 709 views

Poetry: Death Dies Everytime We Die

Death Dies Everytime We Die By Gbanabom Hallowell. (for Victor Fashole Luke) I know that my breast is on fire but I pretend not to know I know (...)

| January 2008 | 494 views

Poetry-Ancient Egyptian Love Poem

Love Poem Oh! when my lady comes, And I with love behold her, I take her to my beating heart And in my arms enfold her; My heart is (...)

| December 2007 | 1285 views

Poetry—All voices become hoarse

All Voices Become Hoarse. By Sipho Sepamla step by step we rise as the goldminers dig deeper and deeper moment to moment we (...)

| November 2007 | 1004 views

Poetry: Kobba to Kobola

Kobba to Kobola By Jonathan Peters, USA. For seka ilehkshorn Big man lors irehkshorn Kornvat pan wi to John Kobba Nehks tin, Kobba torn (...)

| October 2007 | 1799 views

Poetry: From Rain to Rain

From Rain to Rain By Karamoh Kabba, USA. It rains fervidly at every sunset. Small, medium and large cylinders burst in skyward fireballs (...)

| October 2007 | 695 views

Poetry—Bye Bye-oh, Abayomi Bye Bye

Bye-Bye-oh, Abayomi Bye-bye. By Mohamed Boye Jalloh-Jamboria, Bergen, Norway. Tem don rich for go; nartin nor dae for ever Tem don rich for ask yu (...)

| September 2007 | 944 views

Poetry—Visiting Zomba Plateau

Visiting Zomba Plateau By Jack Mapanje Could I have come back to you to wince Under the blur of your negatives To sit before your braziers (...)

| September 2007 | 5150 views

Poetry: Mandela the Spear

Mandela the Spear. By Atukwei Okai. You feign you feign you Feign you do so love me But the truth Is now like rain: (...)

| August 2007 | 534 views

Poetry—Democracy Renaissance

Democracy Renaissance By Roland Bankole Marke. The smell of democracy tingles in my earlobes That involuntarily thaws my mouth to salivate. (...)

| August 2007 | 479 views

Poetry: Blood Money

Blood Money By Syl Cheyney-Coker Along the route of this river, with a little luck, we shall chance upon our brothers’ fortune, hidden with (...)

| August 2007 | 460 views