Dec
28
2015
2

Free Alie Kabba and Give Sierra Leoneans What We Deserve

Kaba Fam
My brother, Alie Kabba is running for president of Sierra Leone. I have so far stayed on the sidelines but recent events in Sierra Leone have compelled me to recount an old story I wished would remain old, but unfortunately is rearing its ugly head once again, and our country is on the verge of sliding back in time and all we have gained in danger of being stripped away.
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Written by IBé in: Reflections | Tags: , , ,
Apr
13
2015
0

911 AM

Dadley Mose

Dadley Mose, one of 147 students killed in Garissa, Kenya

Chaaaaaaalie Heeeebdo, Chaaaaaaalie Heeeebdo
Did you hear about what happened in Kenya—
Just the other day
Gunmen entered a school
The alarm they rang, had no snooze—
How Dadley and his friends, 147 students never woke up
From the sleep they fell in the night before?
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Jan
02
2015
0

I Goat

GoatMaud was the most beautiful goat on the Patrates’ farm. If you never left the county, it would be understandable if you thought she was the most beautiful goat in the whole world. Most people that saw her at the county fair last summer agreed she was indeed one of—if not the—loveliest goats they had ever seen. She was slightly bigger that the average goat, yet slender. Her long neck a good inche above normal, as if to set her body and head apart from each other so admirers could take in both without one drawing from the other. Her black mane, complete from hooves to head, among all her beautiful parts, was the most attractive. Not an easy feat. But you only had to see how it shimmered under the sun or moon and you would agree even the heavens thought this goat was one to be hold. (more…)

Nov
26
2014
0

How I Make Sense of the Michael Brown Shooting and Grand Jury Decision

Few days ago, a friend posted this video on Facebook, and I was very disturbed after watching it. But then I continued scrolling down my timeline…on to another video probably of “Jesus” walking on water. Then last night, I found out a grand jury couldn’t indict Darren Wilson, a white police officer, of murdering an unarmed Black teenager that had his back turned, moving (if not running) away from him. I was outraged. Next to me, and all around me, the mostly White patrons in the coffee shop I was at went about their chatting and computering (likely watching a video of kittens and stupid things people do to stand out in a crowded Internet). I assume they heard the news too, because the whole country had been waiting for the grand jury decision, and now that it was here the news was all over the Internet, radio and teevee. Ferguson, Missouri was burning; in the whole country Black rage was on the brim. Yet, my neighbors in the coffee shop didn’t seem as disturbed as I was.

Why is this? (more…)

Aug
20
2014
1

Ghana: Seen, Heard and Thought

Streets of Ghana

Akwaaba. (Twi for welcome.)

DISCLAIMER: Ghana made me realize that though I consider myself an African—as opposed to any one nationality—Sierra Leone and Guinea constituted my entire African experience. Somewhere driving on six lane highways, below glass towers and high rise condominiums, strolling around the almost-too-cold air conditioned Accra Mall with it’s expensive boutiques and fast food court… it hit me: this is an Africa I was certain existed but had never experienced before!
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Written by IBé in: Reflections | Tags: , ,
Aug
16
2014
1

[Un]Familiar Places

Change

Borders and fences
I wonder where blood stops, skin begins
Yarns and yarns
Miles to find where the patterns in my palm
Make perfect sense to the gods I remember (more…)

Written by IBé in: Poems | Tags: , , , , ,
May
02
2014
0

Looking for Pluto

House Flower

Dancing ballet in space


Sam knew something was different the moment he stepped out of the airplane and couldn’t smell the air. Down a long corridor that looked like the Red Sea after Moses went through, Sam came up on a wide hall with no walls, just endless horizon in every direction. The floor was a beige color polished to a mirror shine; everything hovered above it, especially the people! These people, women as delicate as men and men as beautiful as women; in their white robes over spring complexion, they dotted the endless dome with smiles for welcome mat. They all seem to beckon Sam to come, past them and into the clouds. (more…)

Written by IBé in: Weekly Shorts |
Apr
22
2014
0

Dethorning of the Rose

This one is for Gabriel García Márquez, for showing us “reality isn’t limited to the price of tomatoes and eggs.”

fire wood in the desert

Lost and Found

Almost exactly 3 years later, as he listened to the settlers with their pitch-forks pounding on his gate, Kelechi Machuka will remember the day he said good bye to his last sons. There are many reasons people have few more than 2 children. One of these reasons may be fear of being lonely, needing but lacking company or reliable help when you most need it. I’m not going to pretend I know Kelechi’s reason or fear, but Kelechi and his wives had 47 children: (more…)

Apr
12
2014
0

Wait’s Weight

Woman on the Beach

Hope is blinding

Wytho has been waiting for this day for two years. Add 10 days to that is how long she has been married to the stranger whose promised arrival kept her up all night the night before. How does it feel to anticipate a loved one you barely know? This is what Wytho is coming to terms with. (more…)

Apr
03
2014
0

Letters to my brother – Verse 1

Dream State

Dear brother,

How are you? How is your new wife? I saw the pictures on Facebook. She is very beautiful. May God bless your marriage, and bless you with many children. How is the family? How is dad’s foot? Mom did not sound so good last time we talked. I hope she is feeling better today. I sent some pills with Fallah, I hope you have received them. If not, please call his brother. Fallah should have arrived by now. (more…)

Written by IBé in: Weekly Shorts |

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