Broken Calabash

Hoary Rock

Tame Kingdom

13 Months of Sunshine
13 Months of Sunshine is particularly accessible because it is written English with some Amharic. Non-Amharic speaking audiences will be able to achieve rare insight into Ethiopian culture, while enjoying a well-written story that is speaks to all immigrants. It is a subtle commentary on the West and in particular, America. People come from all over the world to "make money" in America, but what they loose in the process, and what most Americans have already lost in the process, it nicely demonstrated through the interactions of the main characters.

Salvador Dalí
Salvador Dalí's paintings and art are some of the most recognizable of the Surrealist movement. In large part, he achieved this through a rare combination of creative genius and marketing savvy. Anyone who has read the biography of great artists, or watched movies about their lives, will undoubtedly note that these artists rarely achieved fame or monetary success during their lifetimes.

Gabriel Wickbold – Brazilian Photgrapher
Gabriel Wickbold is a young Brazilian Photographer whose images are intriguing and captivating. There are many links to photographers and other artists on this blog, and when possible their works are featured with a direct link to their websites. It is the responsibility of all artists and writers to promote the work of other talented individuals. Please feel free to submit up and coming artists and their work. Of particular interests are the works of Africans on the Continent and in the Diaspora, South Americans, Europeans and other cultures. If the proposed artist's work is deemed appropriate, it will be featured on this blog.

The Road to Naijiriya
It was 1970 when my father announced that we would be moving to Ile Ife, Nigeria. The move was precipitated by an incident in which my father was unjustly arrested by a racist policeman while he was driving me and my siblings home from school. The policeman did allow him to contact our mother who came to pick us up, but the image of my father being roughly shoved into the back of a black and white patrolman's car was traumatizing.

The End of the Glittery Reign (Part 4)
In the club, the women were less fortunate. It was not a matter of violence, as perhaps implied, but rather a permanent disconnect of the spigot. If one tried to bleed a man, who could ill afford it, or who was no longer interested, invariably he would remember, and though one would have made a modicum of money off of him that day, the end result was like the adage about "winning the battle, but losing the war".