Category Archives: North American African Perspective

A Song of August Wilson or The Lion’s Roar, Parts 1, 2 and 3.

Posted on October 15, 2011 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

There is no return from this baptism by Wilson. Nothing will ever be the same again. I have been caught by the piper. I follow the roar of the lion.
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In the Valley

Posted on October 15, 2011 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

I am of the Valley. It is my home. That hard spot next to the rock is my reference point. It is from this point I greet the sun and the things that walk in my night. It is from this perspective that I tilt my head to capture the sound of God’s voice. It is from this vantage point I strive for justice. Continue reading →

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Comments on Walking thru Fire or Banging Full Metal

Posted on August 20, 2011 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

I loathe the presence of a person who insist on complicating the simple. I abhor those who traffic in road blocks. For me that’s like a red flag to a bull. Continue reading →

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Dirt – From That New Millennium Dime

Posted on July 15, 2011 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

the people /slowly returning/to the land/ slowly/ slow food /looking for sustenance in the sustainable green ways/leaning on unknowing/relearning/undoing re/remembering what we never should have forgotten/ from dust to dust/how we forget that/2/3’s water/how we forget that/god alchemy/mimic nature/ gods … Continue reading →

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The Lower Bottom Playaz; Full Metal

Posted on June 16, 2011 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

Bullets are usually made of lead. If you cover a lead bullet with copper you get a Full Metal Jacket; an armor piercing projectile. It is our intention to wound you with art. You will leave feeling something. You  will be moved . … Continue reading →

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June 2011, & X @ 67

Posted on June 4, 2011 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

June 2011   Superman went home followed by Geronimo Pratt Tears and struggle from Harlem to Tanzania Souls set free from heavy bodies X’s wisdom brightens the midnight sky in Babylon as we remember Sun Ra in the laughter of … Continue reading →

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Canon – (From the collection INK)

Posted on May 11, 2011 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

 in the bosom smelling like milk knowing this is as close to the honey as they gonna let you get it’s bitter to the taste inside the house walking on the bones somebody write this story tell what it cost … Continue reading →

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Inked (From the collection INK)

Posted on April 27, 2011 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

he had a tattoo tear it didn’t mean now what it meant then it weighed less or more  it was a piece of fire now it burned beneath his eye announcing he had been Abel to be Cain the set … Continue reading →

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INK

Posted on April 22, 2011 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

. it don’t signify

like blue black wrinkled old men

in stingy brims

teeth clenching 5 dollar cigars

breath smelling of gin and knowing

from a distance

whose eyes grin

as they eloquently explode

divine curses

like corks from aged wine

you gotta shake ya head

so it don’t hit ya Continue reading →

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That New Millennium Dime- Installment 19- Cairo

Posted on February 11, 2011 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

revolution/likes figs with thick sweet sauce/is a possibility/like omelets or chicken/there are choices/we choose and lie to ourselves/ we have short memories/i remember iran and the last shah/manijhe mohammedi did you ever go home/i remember revolutions/revolts/yolks thrown off/i remember/i got a long memory/son … Continue reading →

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