Author Archives: Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

About Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

I create; therefore I am.

The Sad and Sorry Tale of Caesar Wilkes. (Radio Golf: Production notes #1)

To understand the end one must have an appreciation for the beginning. So as I begin production of Radio Golf by August Wilson I am compelled to look back over the American Century Cycle to the beginning. I met Caesar … Continue reading

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afterthought

first you hear that boom in the distance your eyes find the sky marvel at the rain of iridescence you quiver inside realize godz alive but you won’t live forever you start to weigh the sins the lies the places … Continue reading

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return

i have come home following invisible music without land after losing my name my religion hanging on to culture like a tattered blanket mended many times to hold the stars i passed under walking on the bottom of the ocean … Continue reading

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Radio Golf By August Wilson (pre-production notes)

The Lower Bottom Playaz, Inc (LBP), a small scrappy theater company in Oakland CA, are about to become a part of theater history.  They are in production for Radio Golf by August Wilson which will open on December 18, 2015 … Continue reading

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the house hustle made

this is the house hustle made born blessings due 101 in the shade rough rider striding through life behind the veil imperial no fade  the light in the house  hustle made instructed by the bones bottom of the ocean on … Continue reading

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line of old ladies

when i line up with the old women healer ladies the sages hags grammies sorceresses witches great granny medicine women when i line up with the old women with stars falling from my hair my robe shall be shot with … Continue reading

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same song

they want to know why my song don’t change it is my song it go where I go been through what I been seen what I seen it by default know what I know it is my song how it … Continue reading

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unsaid

you can’t be unsaid those who would do you don’t sleep well they are waiting for the sound of you remembering they stay busy erecting walls between you and memory trying to erase the cause without addressing it they say … Continue reading

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Clear

i am awake wide eyed sure aware here inside conscious looking out from knowing no rose colored glasses clear unafraid clear sure here present in this moment with real wounds transformed into badges of honor debts paid in charge of … Continue reading

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arrival

here because this is where i find myself carrying bags packed by dead people brimming with faint possibles twisted among rude impossibles bag on my shoulder song in my heart i have come to draw me on impossible tall singing … Continue reading

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