
Something has happened to me
The things so great that I cannot weep;
I have no sons to fire the gun when I die
And no daughter to wail when I close my mouth.
It turns out that, for the real life poet, the sorrow in art was creepily stalking the imitation of life. On September 21, the poet was killed in a terrorist attack in Nairobi, without “sons” to fire guns in return, and with him countless “daughters” of many other cultures silenced before they could wail. Left to fire guns in salute from afar are us, step sons and daughters in the wilderness of this bewildering times where the power of speech and the liberating presence of individual expression of self and beliefs are under assault from extremist angles.
This issue of the LitMag is dedicated to him, George Awonoor-Williams, whose work, representative of the thought and cultural identities of his Ewe ethnic group, made him a distinguished and respected voice for his generation and a time to come.
The offerings in this issue are as follows:
- E Go Beta | Poem by Victor Chris
- Three Poems by Peter Akinlabi
- Three Poems by Echezonachukwu Nduka
- Touched | Flash Fiction by Kayode Odumboni
- Communion | Poem by Kunle Aduloju
- Conversation with Tade Ipadeola (the NLNG Nigerian Prize-shortlisted author of Sahara Testaments)
Enjoy.
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KT
Lagos, Nigeria