Oral traditions, protest poetry, and vibrant modern voices.
"For he was a shrub among the poplars, needing more roots."
Books and all forms of writing are terror to those who wish …
— Wole Soyinka
"Books and all forms of writing are terror to those who wish to suppress the trut..."
"The man dies in all who keep silent in the face of tyranny."
In your ears my song is motor car misfiring.
— Gabriel Okara
"In your ears my song is motor car misfiring."
Naked woman, black woman, clothed with your colour which is life.
— Léopold Sédar Senghor
"Naked woman, black woman, clothed with your colour which is life."
A tiger does not proclaim its tigritude — it pounces.
"A tiger does not proclaim its tigritude — it pounces."
New York! I say to you: let black blood flow into your blood.
"New York! I say to you: let black blood flow into your blood."
Once upon a time, son, they used to laugh with their hearts.
"Once upon a time, son, they used to laugh with their hearts."
Before you, mother Idoto, naked I stand.
— Christopher Okigbo
"Before you, mother Idoto, naked I stand."
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