
Poetry----Bye Bye-oh Abayomi, Bye Bye
By Gbakanda Kamara in Norway Tem don rich for go; nartin nor dae for ever Tem don rich for ask yu sef, watin yu don do for wi Tem don rich for (...)
By Gbakanda Kamara in Norway Tem don rich for go; nartin nor dae for ever Tem don rich for ask yu sef, watin yu don do for wi Tem don rich for (...)
By Roland Bankole Marke Kadiatou Diallo is an indigenous Foulah descendant of West African Kings and healers. Born in 1959, she was traditionally raised (...)
By JOHN CARTER Growing up in war-torn West Africa, he believes he’s seen the darkest part of the human heart. Still, Roland Marke believes a few (...)
Today is the birthday of one of our Norway correspondents, Mr. Mohamed Boye Jallo Jamboria (photo). We would like to take this opportunity to wish Mr. (...)
The Sierra Leonean Refugee By Teddy Foday-Musa Yes! On the 23rd March 1991 When the (...)
Le Retour (The Return) By Mohamed Boye Jallo Jamboria Are you surprised that I am on pilgrimage? Or did I begin the act of pilgrimage? That you (...)
By Karamoh Kabba. Safiatu was in her prime when she arrived from Sierra Leone. Her beauty charmed both young and old men in the community at first (...)
By Karamoh Kabba. Red Apple is not just another grocery store - it’s a way of life for Africans in the Washington Metropolitan area. It’s situated at (...)
Cry Sierra Leone By Mohamed Boye Jallo Jamboria On High We Exhaulted thee ;Land meant for the free! Free no more are your Children and (...)
“Enough is Enough” By Roland Bankole Marke Handicapped by an engraved segregation A germ of servitude antibiotics never cure Cancerous monster (...)
By Karamoh Kabba. Wara’s War on Terror “My left leg is cold, I mean real cold and numb.” Wara complained. She massaged and exercised it, and applied (...)
By Syl Cheyney-Coker Always, we searched in the stone river, while the slaughterhouse was waiting for us, long before we turned the saccharin of (...)