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This blog is a collection of poems, short stories (hopefully) and journalism written by brothers, Henry and Nkandu Mwenge. Wednesday, November 28, 2012. Nkandu Mwenge describes the alienation and xenophobia experienced by African immigrants just trying to get by -. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Other Kingdom" - A Short Story by E. M. Forster (1911, included in The Celestial Omnibus and other stories). Edgar Lungu is President-elect! Say it Loud, Say it Clear. Where Are Our African Writers?
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Column Number Four: May 2011
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This blog is a collection of poems, short stories (hopefully) and journalism written by brothers, Henry and Nkandu Mwenge. Saturday, May 28, 2011. I can’t understand what you’re saying officer." I meekly stated. What language do you speak? English sir" I informed him. The angry officer shouted. I’m a foreigner." I hurriedly explained, "I’m Zambian.". Ah the same country with Mbesuma." the angry officer said now smiling "How is he? His well, I think. His scoring lots of goals I hear.". You paid a 100bucks!
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Column Number Four: October 2010
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This blog is a collection of poems, short stories (hopefully) and journalism written by brothers, Henry and Nkandu Mwenge. Wednesday, October 27, 2010. At twilight the sun’s rays hit the clouds from below. At twilight THC and caffeine combine. At twilight I feel hollow. At twilight I greet my bed and it is mine alone. At twilight I take a bath. At twilight I become James Joyce. At twilight the path of a writer is born. At twilight I cannot hear the bird’s voice. At twilight I say a prayer. They satisfied...
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Column Number Four: March 2011
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This blog is a collection of poems, short stories (hopefully) and journalism written by brothers, Henry and Nkandu Mwenge. Monday, March 21, 2011. Another fucking poetry slam. Another fucking poetry slam. Saturday, March 19, 2011. The Heart is a Lonely Hunter. I met her in a restaurant reading,. A plain act but one that corrupted my thoughts with interest. 8216;Hey, what are you reading? 8216;The heart is a lonely hunter’. 8216;Good read that is, John singer amused me. Nkandu is my name’. I said more,.
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Column Number Four
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This blog is a collection of poems, short stories (hopefully) and journalism written by brothers, Henry and Nkandu Mwenge. Wednesday, November 28, 2012. Was born in 1991 in Lagos, Nigeria. While studying History at the King’s College London she signed a two novel deal with Faber&Faber. Her debut,. The Spider King’s Daughter. Is currently winning much acclaim: long-listed for the prestigious Desmond Elliot. Mahala: When did you first start writing and when did you finish. The Spider King’s Daughter. IR...
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Column Number Four: November 2010
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This blog is a collection of poems, short stories (hopefully) and journalism written by brothers, Henry and Nkandu Mwenge. Thursday, November 11, 2010. Demons Clib Trees the selected work. This is an excerpt from Kush Kerma( Kasup Ka Mano's) poetry. Be every color you choose. Your femininity flows from your womb effusions through dimensions uncharted as storms,as natural upheavals. Or dark stallions with rippling muscles raging possessedly through the wild foaming at the mouth. I hold on to you. Many Zam...
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Column Number Four: Police
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This blog is a collection of poems, short stories (hopefully) and journalism written by brothers, Henry and Nkandu Mwenge. Saturday, May 28, 2011. I can’t understand what you’re saying officer." I meekly stated. What language do you speak? English sir" I informed him. The angry officer shouted. I’m a foreigner." I hurriedly explained, "I’m Zambian.". Ah the same country with Mbesuma." the angry officer said now smiling "How is he? His well, I think. His scoring lots of goals I hear.". You paid a 100bucks!
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Column Number Four
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This blog is a collection of poems, short stories (hopefully) and journalism written by brothers, Henry and Nkandu Mwenge. Wednesday, November 28, 2012. Recently I was asked to cover the inaugural South African Hip Hop Awards, it was a crying shame, the event. Here. Is my review of the event. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Other Kingdom" - A Short Story by E. M. Forster (1911, included in The Celestial Omnibus and other stories). Edgar Lungu is President-elect! Say it Loud, Say it Clear.
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Column Number Four
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This blog is a collection of poems, short stories (hopefully) and journalism written by brothers, Henry and Nkandu Mwenge. Wednesday, November 28, 2012. Nkandu tried out Critical Mass - an organised bike ride through town at night - and had an awesome time. Besides breaking his jaw. That sucked. But otherwise, he had an awesome time! Check out this account from the man himself here. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Edgar Lungu is President-elect! Say it Loud, Say it Clear. Kiss cartoons and designs.
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Column Number Four: April 2011
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This blog is a collection of poems, short stories (hopefully) and journalism written by brothers, Henry and Nkandu Mwenge. Sunday, April 3, 2011. There it was;. That look that says 'i sell sex to mankind';. It was there in all its degradingful femininistic loyalty-. With or without the R,. Written it was in her eyes almost with a dash of dare;. Instantly i was filled with such a swell of respectful ardor;. For she lived a life in the esoterical extremes of the resolute. My heart whispered 'burn!