INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY SPECIAL -Angels do walk among humanity, lending a hand whenever needed. Seen and unseen, the universe takes care of it’s own in the cycles of the seasons. Woman, the gentle strength who bears the race of it’s species. Woman, the support system that nurtures the fledgling that rules the generations of power holders.
To speak of the human race in it’s most diverse form is to recognize the guardian angel that not only carries the seed of humanity but also shapes it in it’s initial stages to present to it’s world the heros we celebrate in high, medium and lower places. A woman is the pot that suckles tomorrow by tending today. She is the creators deputy in formenting the charge that holds to count succeeding voices of men and women. Her place is the cadre of unsung heros of her specie.
How any society treats it’s women tells their level of spiritual guaranty.
WOMAWORDS, is a platform curated by a man who recognizes the historical, cultural, social and economical injustices that has plagued the “womanrace”.
From the baby girl to the teenage struggling with it’s identity to the mature woman whose voice has been muted by it’s male partners and societal policing, WOMAWORDS seeks to raise awareness on existing gaps that hinder the full realization and positive potential for the female in living a productive life without social stigmitazation and offer where possible, mitigating measures and where not possible provide information and tried and tested methods of achieving individual and communal self positive growth. This endeavor is hoped to open dialogue on traumatizing topics into the fore like menstrual health , speaks firmly and volubly against female genital mutilation and child marriages, campaign against sexual exploitation and rape, as well as encourage women to speak against other forms of gender inequalities in their societies.
WOMAWORDS, while it seeks to speak for women issues, is also geared to engage the male gender for women are mothers of men and men are sons of women. This divide must be recognized and respected to avoid the gender wars that has brought us as human society to where we are now. We dedicate this journal to legendaries and luminaries of female voices of resilience,those who have gone ahead like Maya Angelo, Toni Morrison, Yvonne Vera, Bessy Head ,Greta Thurnberg,Doris Lessing, Wangari Maathai, Brenda Fassie ,and the living, the likes of G Jamie Dede’s, Tsitsi Dangarembwa, Fadzayi Mahere, Jessie Majome, Thandiswa Mazwai, Hope Masike, Martina Mwanza, Njoki Ndungu, Michelle Obama, Nyaradzayi Gumbonzwanda and Opra Winfrey:A Prologue -( by NANCY NDEKE, the WOMAWORDS African Continent Editorial Associate).
IAM A WOMAN
Iam not bound by chasms, racism, fascism
I am the stream trickling from the peyote cactus in the dry of the Sahara, The sand storm that sanitizes
every stain in its wake.
I rise from the South, East,
North and West.
Under the camels hump I am shadowed from the sweltering sun
At night I shake the dust from burdens
dragged through the midday heat.
The hiss of the desert monitor
stills not my focus.
My feet are like that of a rhim gaselle
Caves and burrows shield my dignity in drought and the waking croc smiles at my courage as rains wash away my dried tears I am the marksman who stands tall
and faces the scorpion dead on
I am the wisdom of the rock hyrax
that moves with my sisters while we
forage for the hungry and destitute;
the protectors of our home and young
The ferocious cheetah who tears into the prowling viper,
the tornado that dances through the South, East, North and West
I am the sheer in magic
The cream of the crop
Eyes that see what others miss
The embodiment of feminine allure
I am the restorer of mankind
and the dream of nations
Peace adorns my every contour
and confidence my every smile
I am an unprecedented sculpture
shaped by the master sculptor
My hands glisten with the wonders of the world
Bestsellers are composed in every step
I am the rythmns to every song
I rise from the South, East,
North and West.
I am a Woman.
WOMEN RESIST VIOLENCE AND MAKE PEACE
Green leaves, frozen tears in aquamarine dreams, women
Surge up towards a glowing light, stepping in softly to resist
Red-cheeked injustice. It is her birthright, free of violence,
A sublime dawn of oceanic hope on a wash of pink and
An undoing of the long night of deathly disease. To make
A beautiful world, she steps in softly & surely to make peace !
Infused with fragrant hope, she has what it takes for peace:
Patience, courage, strength and warmth, in all women
There’s a characteristic norm of fair-play and justice, to make
This world a haven of peace. She knows she must resist
Unfairness with all her might, lest it overpower all and
The world into dreary darkness retreat. It’s the way of violence
To spread across thought-streams and terrain, violence
Like wildfire consumes hearts where there’s no peace.
She knows this and she steps up her good work and
Reaches out to kindred souls, to all who’d listen – women,
Men, children, country-folk and city-dwellers; ” Resist”
She cries, “Resist injustice, for a world of beauty we’ll make !”
A ringing roar answers her call, hundreds gather to make
Her dream come true, for it is their’s too – free of violence
And adorned in peace, they open up their hearts crying “Resist,
Shun violence and come with us to the altar of peace.”
A great March towards light, there’s singing & joy and women
Wrapped in colours of splendour adding all with the ease of ‘and’ !
Bonhomie and wonder grow by day, as hearts swelll and
Soar in peace, where no violence can reach. Of this, make
What you may, but you know for sure that it is the women
Who will take you on the path to peace, for they shun violence
And yearn for peace.
Time for all to join in saying ” Resist, Resist”
Resist violence, resist injustice, resist unfairness, resist
Dark deeds. Go, each do your own thing, but come here and
Sing the song of peace.
Bring your kindness, your guitar, your circle of love, to make
a picture of happiness, a space to reach. Of violence,
Let there be no sign, let the mist dissolve into a ring of women!
In a rosy ring of compassionate women who make peace,
Flew a song-bird with a fluent ease
Joining their music to deadly violence resist !
SMEETHAB BHOUMIK is an artist, a poet, and she curates poetry at WE, as Founder of Women Empowered-India (WE). She is Chief Editor – ‘Equiverse Space – A Sound Home in Words’
The cramp pierces through whirlwinds of sharp arrows
Freshly chiseled every month for the battle of the cells
Who created this monster that breathes life and death in equal measure?
Angry crocodile jaws tear through muscles in my womb
The pain bites like jagged teeth of the mad hunting dogs of winter
That turn against their owners in beastly revolt and maul them to unrecognizable creatures.
Grandma laugh and says this is easy
My eggs yearn to be fertilized
That the monthly ferocious attack on my womanhood
Will not cease until I find a man
An old man whose monster has reigned in many cycles
And targets the eggs at each point of entry.
Grandma knows many young girls who made the mark
And many more old men whose sweat tamed and blunted the arrows.
I am only 11 years old but Grandma will find me a man
I miss school every month so I ’ll never pass exams anyway
Grandma says the doctor has no cure for the deathly arrows
That the spirits of pain have rejected the herbalist’s concoction
Only an old man’s sharp arrow pierces deep and slow and will
stop the stained eggs from breaking into my unwelcome thighs
Grandma stokes her wild fires with whispers of wisdom
Once the angry spirits of the fierce arrows go wild
Only an old man’s arrow can derail their path
Six children in a row and the pain will be gone
Grandma’s old man will visit my bed tonight
When darkness steals in and grandma’s fire dies out
And I shall have pain no more.
AUTHOR OMWA OMBARA , The Editor in Chief at Tujipange Africa Media, a diaspora based Magazine in United States of America. A Consul at Large at poetasdelmundo.com /POETS OF THE WORLD .A motivational speaker. Writers Consultant with her amazing projects, Walks and Talks and Tips for Writers Show . An International investigative journalist, poet, vocalist, performing and visual artist. She is author of a Memoir, “God’s Child on The Run.” .Published in several anthologies including Our Secret Lives, Holding the Center and other journals of International acclaim. Omwa is a former Bureau Chief, The Standard Group and has published over 4000 articles in her journalism career spanning 20 years. Her passion for standing up to power and corrupt leaders in the media circles is unmatched. Her experience in journalism spans from more than two decades. She stands firm against the abuse of power, corruption and mass killings .she is an advocate of true journalism. She comes aboard with her vast understanding of global humanity issues, journalistic experiences and women rights knowledge. She holds a postgraduate diploma in journalism and mass communication and a BA degree from the University of Nairobi.
SHE IS HE.
Her strength is her weaknesses,
He power is her flagility,
SHE; the garden, where you sow your seed,
She knows double duty,
She knows triple duty,
Be it twin shifts or quadruple shifts,
She carries on for that’s what she knows to do.
She plops the aging and those sick,
Away from her own to embrace your own,
She gives before she takes,
She comes least to pass most,
She has broke to build,
She has lacked to provide,
Coming last to pitch you first,
Her name is every man’s breath,
Her song is the lulaby of living,
And a few other things her tribe have crushed and killed,
SHE; remains the willing Potter,
Making even those who break her,
SHE is the right hand of the left hand,
A savior often unsaved by her own,
Her story is the generational stream,
That flows in the veins of the sane, vain and insane,
She can’t judge the world without judging herself,
So She prays for the dust that she daily makes into feeds,
Her story is the River murmurs that draw life and train it to the sky in evaporated steam,
Her story is a celebration of a race and a species,
SHE is He.
If only this truth was not so mutated by cultural tools that bespeaks low,
If only this fact was not watered down by the very drops off her umbilical cord,
Then the excess of animus that so plagues the world would be lessened,
If we can spit on the very breasts that welcomed us to be,
You wonder we harbor no respect for anything else?
SHE is HE,
A fact that may be fought but never won over.
The CREATOR is no one’s fool,
Let alone to his un-humble creature,
Who now knows better than heaven,
How SHE must be treated.
NANCY NDEKE , Poet of international acclaim and a reputable literary arts consultant.Her Writings and Profiles featured in several Collections, Anthologies and Publications including the American magazine Wild Fire, Save Africa Anthology. World Federation of Poets in Mexico. Ndeke is a Resident Contributor of the Brave Voices Poetry Journal since Mid-2018. African Contributor to the DIFFERENT TRUTHS- A publication that sensitizes the world on the plight of Autism edited by Aridham Roy. Ndeke’s Poetry and other Literatures in WILD FIRE PUBLICATION in America published by Susan Joyner Stumpf and Susan Brooke Langdon. ARCS MAGAZINE in New York Edited by DR. Anwer Ghani. Her Women in Arts Presentation was recently published by WOMEN OF ART (WOA) in Cape Coast in Ghana and in the Soy Poesia in Peru. Claudette V pg 11 featured her writings with great reception.AZAHAR from Mexico, with the initiative from Josep Juarez has also featured her poetry. She is also featured in WORLD FESTIVAL OF POTRY (WFP) from Mexico under the able editorial team comprising Luz Maria Lopez .INTERNATIONAL AFRICAN WRITERS from Nigeria, under the able hands of Munyal Markus Manunyi .Patricia Amundsen from Australia featured her poetry on this year’s international women’s day at Messenger of Love, Radio Station. Esteemed poetess Jolly Bhattacharjee featured my works on her greatly acclaimed awareness anthology for 2019, India.
Sometimes we need to get lost to get our way back, it’s never a straight line
Sometimes we need to lose love to find real love, true love waits for you
Sometimes we need to be alone to find that person who is there for us
Sometimes we need a change to get out of our comfort zones, growth doesn’t happen in the routines of life
Sometimes we need to have our own children, to appreciate our parents and all they do for us
Sometimes you need to find your passion to let your talents out and let your creativity show
Sometimes you need to sink and even hit rock bottom in order to get back to the surface
Sometimes you need to be weak in order to find your strength, it doesn’t mean you are a failure, but just human
Sometimes you have to encourage others, give them hope to find happiness for yourself
Sometimes we have to forget the past and live in the present in order to change the future
Sometimes you just need to find you to be you so as not to get lost in the daily hustle that is
BEATRICE OTHIENO -AHERE is a kindred soul to words and the feelings they evoke. Her use of poetic expression is part of her creative nature and inquiry to explore the different perspectives of life. Her interests range from women and girls rights at varied levels, introspective articulation of the social, political and economic environments we live in as a global community as well as the varied definitions of love and friendship that bind us together as humanity. Her passion is to contribute towards peaceful coexistence and a just world where none lacks and all are accepted in their diverse forms, faces and thoughts, hence the reflective nature of her poetic discourse
“I WILL BE BETTER TOMOROW”
Today I shred in tatters, the pain that’s ravishing my mind
watching impunity holding women in misogynistic bondage
but I’ll be better tomorrow when that pitiless demon of bigotry
perishes in the hearts of the protectors turned suppressors
Today, I scream at the madness of a world shielding violators
who misidentify women as objects of gratification and shame
I’ll be better tomorrow when villains are cuffed and blamed
for their vile craving for defiling childhood and womanhood
Today, I paint my face from the ashes of their broken lives
I grieve for their burnt innocence and stifled bridal songs
I’ll be better tomorrow when families protect their own
until that tomorrow, I’ll spit venom into the eyes of impunity
Today, I bandage my wounds of despair in the clinic of hope
that those who hold the reins of power would see my value
That today, your highhandedness stifles my empowerment
what makes you think that I won’t be better tomorrow
What makes you think I’ll not be so much better tomorrow
When it was my succour that gave you substance and lifeline
You dared forget it was my milk that strengthened your bones
My tenderness that nurtured you from the womb to the cradle
SAMUELLA J. CONTEH is from Sierra Leone, West Africa. CONTEH is a writer, poet, dramatist and motivational speaker. She is a member of the Sierra Leone Writers Forum and Member of Board of PEN-SL. President of the International African Writers Association in Sierra Leone.Samuella’s poems and short stories have been featured in several national and international anthologies. She has also received many awards including the Medal of Ambassador de Literature (ADL), Award of World Poetic Star, Award of Mahatma Medal, and most recently, the Order Of Shakespeare (OOS).
I READ A POEM TODAY
I read a poem today and decided
I must deed it to some lost, lonely
fatherless child to embrace her
along her stone path, invoke sanity
I want to tell her: don’t sell out your
dearest dreams or buy the social OS
Instead, let the poem play you like a
musician her viola, rewriting lonely
into sapphire solitude, silken sanctity
Let it wash you like the spray of whales
Let it drench your body in the music
of your soul, singing pure prana into
the marrow and margins of your life
Let your shaman soul name your muse,
find yourself posing poetry as power
discover the amethyst bliss of words
woven from strands of your own DNA
Yes. I read a poem today and decided
I must deed it to a lost fatherless child
© 2011, Jamie Dedes (Written for an International Women’s Day forum and republished in 2012 for International Girl Child Day in 2012) / Photograph courtesy of Caroline Hernandez, Unsplash
JAMIE DEDES: A homebound writer, poet, and former columnist, her poetry has been featured widely. She runs The Poet by Day (jamiededes.com), an info hub focusing on initiatives for peace, sustainability and social justice as well as she-poets, minority poets, and poets just finding their voices in maturity. She is also the editor of The BeZine (thebezine.com), a publication of The Bardo Group/Beguines, a virtual arts collective Dedes is the 2020 Poet Laureate of WOMAWORDS LITERARY PRESS and the Campaigning and Publicity Partner of #DaughtersoftheEarthProject.
That curious dream came spiraling through time
When birds came to charm me into the season
And gracious petals danced across my journey
Unveiling my ambitious pending home
For venturing braveness amid my life
Yet above the trees towering above my life
Shadowing but eloquent over time
Past the smoldering the fearless season
Firm nor flexed vexing me along my journey
Since unreasoning focused on my home
Confusing nor amusing the following behind my home
But bright lights scattering between them and my life
Caring nor daring their sparks flicker after time
But balance is weakening about your season
Forgiving nor forgetting that I have been expecting my journey
When diligently envisioning beyond the journey
Dynamic and fantastic is my wandering until I find home
When fearless thoughts hush worrying about life
When principals whispering past time
Then kindness wielding day dreams upon my season.
TRACY YVONNE BREAZILE
HOPE AND WISHES
When I saw local policemen beating young students protesting for their rights.
I wish I had not seen this but I did
for I was free and so I thought in
my own country,
on the screen what
all was happening on the street
it is not a foreign place nor foreign
are the men on the beat.
How safe are we today at home?
I wish I had not seen this—
from time to time I cried and
prayed and prayed with the people,
felt the hurt they suffered—what if
it had been me or mine—but it is
to me it could happen—so are we free?
How safe are we today at home?
I wish I had not seen this—
I see them smile hardly 4, 6, 7, and 10—
my own kids with such responsibility,
and I thought ‘I crossed barbed wires
and so soon the wires are back in place?
And in my own free country?
I wish I had not seen this.
They said it was a new country.
our own land, our own home free,
the colonial crown is down
gone is the purple gown—
but so soon we are marching again
in the sun in the rain with deep pain
sonorous thumping sounds as
breathing is heavy the eyes burn.
We are still trying to remove the stain.’
I wish I had not seen this—
Who is right who is true who
is for me and who is for you?
O you who are so cruel and
all ready to kill and duel—
remember that in the end it is
nothing but a Pyrrhic victory—
the grave you dig for others
may be your own, who knows?
The wealth you gather now, will
be no more in hands or shows
but when greed and wine in
arrogance flows and the wit is out,
all is soon over but the shout.
I wish I had not seen this
But I wish a time when I would like to see
my own free land in peace and bliss
free for all people equally.
I wish and pray…and hope…and…
ANJUM WASIM DAR (Poetic Oceans) is one of the newest members of “The BeZine” core team.
Anjum was born in Srinagar (Indian occupied Kashmir) in 1949. Her family opted for and migrated to Pakistan after the Partition of India and she was educated in St Anne’s Presentation Convent Rawalpindi where she passed the Matriculation Examination in 1964. Anjum ji was a Graduate with Distinction in English in 1968 from the Punjab University, which ended the four years of College with many academic prizes and the All Round Best Student Cup, but she found she had to make extra efforts for the Masters Degree in English Literature/American Studies from the Punjab University of Pakistan since she was at the time also a back-to-college mom with three school-age children.
Her work required further studies, hence a Post Graduate Diploma in Teaching English as a Foreign Language (TEFL) from Allama Iqbal Open University Islamabad and a CPE, a proficiency certificate, from Cambridge University UK (LSE – Local Syndicate Examination – British Council) were added to her professional qualifications.
Anjum ji says she has always enjoyed writing poems, articles, and anecdotes and her written work found space in local magazines and newspapers. A real breakthrough came with the Internet when a poem submitted online was selected for the Bronze Medal Award and I was nominated as Poet of Merit 2000 USA. She accepted the Challenge of NANOWRIMO 2014 and Freedom is Not a Gift, A Dialogue of Memoirs, a novel form was the result. She was a winner, completing her 50,000 word draft in one month.
Although a Teacher and a Teacher Trainer by Profession, she is a colored-pencil artist and also enjoys knitting and is currently trying to learn Tunisian Crochet.
yes, we have been indoors a while now
it has happened before, do you remember
that year the snow came & i had to have a
taxi to get there
how all the guttering & aerials went with
the weight of it
suspension springs snapped
then after everything was repaired
some words we google then change
the letters about to confirm with
that which is deemed correct
granny had special knives too, fish
and butter and some others. on a
rainy day she would let us play with them
i still enjoy cutlery
i am not called that, mine is more
the usual without the d, however
now he texts me i am abbreviated
which is cool
i am enjoying being in so much
yesterday i was already and coated
then saw the snow warnings on the
so made coffee and ate malt loaf
the only other issue being some virus
another reason, should i say excuse
for staying home
with my google assistant
SONJA BENSKIN MESHER,Sonja’s sites are:sonja-benskin-mesher.net,Sonja Benskin Mesher, RCA paintings (This is her Facebook page, so you can connect with her there as well as view photographs of her colorful paintings.),Sonja on Twitter,sonja-benskin-mesher.co.uk,Sonja’s daily blog (WordPress)
FOLIAGE /or COUNTRY
Witless day, witless night,
the lies on the screen.
And nobody turns out bad
in the plundered country.
We live day to day, for a moment,
from bill to deferment.
The thief is only great,
he gains a new point.
We are silent
and we howl
but without a voice.
MIROSLAVA PANAYOTOVA. graduated from Plovdiv University, specialized in Bulgarian philology. She has have published poems, stories, tales, aphorisms, essays, criticisms, translations, articles and interviews in periodical and collections. Panayotovas poetry booksincludes: Nuances, 1994, God of the senses, 2005, Whisper of leaves, 2017, Green feeling, 2018; two books with stories: An end, and then a beginning, 2017, The path of love, 2018; two eBooks: Laws of communicatons /aphorisms/, 2018, Old things /poetry/, 2018. She an ardent a member of the Union of the Independent Bulgarian Writers and a member of the International Association of Independent Writers “Sodrujestvo”.
TO WALK A MILE IN HER SHOES
You would have to strip down
take off your prized manhood
so that you can wear her soul
feel her scars from the inside
to trace with your hands her
and feel her fears…
You would have to unwrap
a painful reminder made up
of sewn up fabric of tears
of all the women who curse
you each time they close their
eyes to go to sleep while they
curl their bodies to your
absence emotionally and
You would have to rip out your
frozen in time with lies that lacks
empathy to understand her
vulnerability,her warmth and
You would have to cut off that
little bulge between your legs
to experience her eerily
emptiness and the sting of her
You would have to quieten your
mind that excites and
stimulates your urges,
transforming you into a
lustful lunatic instead of a
level- headed man
You would have to open your
eyes and see her and her only
the reason you haven’t been
able to see her infront of you is
because she’s not an opponent
she’s been there by your side
all this while as a powerful
ally you refuse to acknowledge
You would have to unblock your
ears to hear her voice
camouflaged in silence and
this calculated muteness it is
for self preservation
At some point you would have
to realise that this is not Anger
a means of Survival….
Born in the early 80s,CATHERINE MAGODO- MUTUKWA is passionate mostly about women affairs and the girl child empowerment and advancement.She weaves together her passion and artistry in order to bring awareness to those disadvantaged in the society through her writing.
. HAVE JUST NOW WRITTEN A RHYME…………….
Where will we look for a glistening path
led by the fallen stars from blue aftermath?
Will the owl stop fearing its own hooting
of sadness filled with sound polluting?
Where will we find a healing story
of a soothing lake under sunlight glory?
Will the swans float with white feathers weak
giving solace of peace to a wild moor: bleak?
MUNIA KHAN was born on a spring night of 15th March in the year 1981. Most of her works are poems of different genres, short stories and articles.She is the author of four poetry collections : ‘Beyond The Vernal Mind’ (USA, September 6th, 2012), ‘To Evince The Blue’ (USA, October 29th, 2014),and ‘Versified’ (Tel Aviv, Israel, October 25th, 2016), ‘Fireclay’ (USA, April, 2020) and also her ever first inspirational book is called ‘Attainable’ ( USA, June 2nd, 2020)Her works have been translated into various languages: Japanese, Romanian, Urdu, Italian, Dutch, Croatian, Spanish, Portuguese, Russian, Albanian, Finnish, Greek, Indonesian, Turkish, Hindi, Arabic, Bengali and in Irish language. Her poetry has been published in several anthologies, literary journals, magazines and in newspapers. Her words have been inscribed on a series of commemorative plaques in Ireland including one standing in the grounds of Holy Trinity Church at Holy Trinity Heritage Centre at Carlingford, Ireland as a tribute to those lost in the collision of the SS Connemara and the SS Retriever in 1916. Her quote has also been inscribed on a memorial plaque( in Tribute to the Hannah shipwreck victims in 1849) beside Newry Canal one hundred metres from the town centre in Newry, Ireland.
WOMAWORDS CHIEF EDITOR AND CURATOR
MBIZO CHIRASHA is the Poet in Residence at the Fictional Café (International publishing and literary digital space). 2019 Sotambe Festival Live Literature Hub and Poetry Café Curator. 2019 African Fellow for the International Human Rights Art Festival(https://ihraf.org/international-fellows ) , Essays Contributor to Monk Art and Soul Magazine in United Kingdom .Arts Features Writer at the International Cultural Weekly .Featured Writer Poet Activist at The Poet A Day(https://jamiededes.com/). Core Team Member and African Contributor to Bezine of Arts and Humanities(https://thebezine.com/) in USA. Flash/Short Fiction Writer for Squawk Back Publication(http://www.thesquawkback.com/2020/01/mbizo.html).Contributing Writer( Africa) to IHRAF Publishes-https://ihraf.org/ihraf-publishes.The Originator of the Zimbabwe We Want Poetry Campaign. Curator of MiomboPublishing Blog Journal(https://miombopublishing.wordpress.com/). Founder and Chief Editor of WOMAWORDS LITERARY PRESS. Founder and Curator of the Brave Voices Poetry Journal. Co-Editor of Street Voices Poetry triluangal collection( English , African Languages and Germany) initiated by Andreas Weiland in Germany. Poetry Contributor to AtunisPoetry.com in Belgium. African Contributor to DemerPress International Poetry Book Series in Netherlands. African Contributor to the World Poetry Almanac Poetry Series in Mongolia. His latest 2019 collection of experimental poetry A LETTER TO THE PRESIDENT was released by Mwanaka Media and Publishing and is both in print, on Amazon.com and at is featured at African Books Collective. 2003 Young Literary Arts Delegate to the Goteborg International Book Fair Sweden (SIDA AFRICAN PAVILION) .2009 Poet in Residence of the International Conference of African Culture and Development (ICACD) in Ghana. 2009 Fellow to the inaugural UNESCO- Africa Photo- Novel Publishers and Writers Training in Tanzania. 2015 Artist in Residence of the Shunguna Mutitima International Film and Arts Festival in Livingstone, Zambia. A globally certified literary arts influencer, Writer in Residence and Recipient of the EU-Horn of Africa Defend Defenders Protection Fund Grant, Recipient of the Pen Deutschland Exiled Writer Grant. He is an Arts for Peace and Human Rights Catalyst, the Literary Arts Projects Curator, Poet, Writer, publicist is published in more 200 spaces in print and online —
INTERNATIONAL WOMANS DAY SPECIAL , HOSTNANCY NDEKE , Poet of international acclaim and a reputable literary arts consultant.Her Writings and Profiles featured in several Collections, Anthologies and Publications including the American magazine Wild Fire, Save Africa Anthology. World Federation of Poets in Mexico. Ndeke is a Resident Contributor of the Brave Voices Poetry Journal since Mid-2018. African Contributor to the DIFFERENT TRUTHS- A publication that sensitizes the world on the plight of Autism edited by Aridham Roy. Ndeke’s Poetry and other Literatures in WILD FIRE PUBLICATION in America published by Susan Joyner Stumpf and Susan Brooke Langdon. ARCS MAGAZINE in New York Edited by DR. Anwer Ghani. Her Women in Arts Presentation was recently published by WOMEN OF ART (WOA) in Cape Coast in Ghana and in the Soy Poesia in Peru. Claudette V pg 11 featured her writings with great reception.AZAHAR from Mexico, with the initiative from Josep Juarez has also featured her poetry. She is also featured in WORLD FESTIVAL OF POTRY (WFP) from Mexico under the able editorial team comprising Luz Maria Lopez .INTERNATIONAL AFRICAN WRITERS from Nigeria, under the able hands of Munyal Markus Manunyi .Patricia Amundsen from Australia featured her poetry on this year’s international women’s day at Messenger of Love, Radio Station. Esteemed poetess Jolly Bhattacharjee featured my works on her greatly acclaimed awareness anthology for 2019, India.