Sometimes, I ponder why Africa remain chained by shackles of poverty, clobbered by disease and ravaged by war. I then shed a hot scalding tear from within the inner caves of my heart. Africa my motherland your name is IRONY and your birth mark is paradox. Sure, Africa my land is blessed with natural beautification. Where at every dawn, we dance to the festival of natural beat, Father baboons on baritone, Mother monkeys on sweet tenor, sister doves on soprano and on the trumpet is the great elephant. Africa, My Africa. Today, the wind was calm and the earth danced to the beat of little glory. COVID 19 is still digging its feet deep unto the gates of our beloved countries. I didn’t stop, I trudged along into the digital thickets of Africa, I met a poetic damsel scribbling poetry graffiti on Facebook wall draping’s and inserting her husky poetic voice on the googles internet walls. The voice in Alari Alare Celine is the soft beat of drizzle wetting the smile creased foreheads of hills, the rhythm is the gush rush of a waterfall and depth is the cackling of wild hens bathing in silver colored ravine of Zame. Mesmerizing. The poet in Alari sings to Africa and yearns for the return of virgin Africa, the original Africa. The poet sings to her belonging and her identity . WOMAWORDS Profiles blog present Poet Writer Alari Alare Celine , a Kenyan born writer and is involved with Nairobi Literary Café Aluta Continua- WOMAWORDS eDitor
INSIDE #ALARI POETIC LOUNGE
IF NOT NOW NEVER
Take me to that foreign village,
To the defiance, infested descendants,
To see the glow and the sparks of Turiani woodlands.
The radiance from the evergreen source of contrition
Put the casing over my un-scarfed head.
And the wet cow dung under my feet,
From the gust and the striking lightning,
Engross me for the kitchenette prattles.
When will Wekusi trade?
Go out and unchain the gate.
They might knock till eternity,
And in the basket will have gone stale
And down at gale.
Draw the duchess out the harem.
Turiani! Perhaps later you will be in acceptance.
So many to ask,
But if by any chance you think they will allow her decompose in your soil?
And when they are wholly gone?
To only surround the yard in sugarcane plantations
For the humongous harvest at the end of the season.
Lead her through,
If not now, never even in death.
Those looks screeched beneath the windswept smiles.
As in sheer disgust in the greatest fright of the untold.
Let me nuzzle this child you raised for me.
Too little in dire need of a concierge
At this time, your duties are all nursed.
You frown in intense, just to scare the fancy.
Let me enjoy this, and finally,
Then, I shall write the most beautiful song
On that very night that you will open your hearts.
I will supplement in the mellowest tune
To the song that will tone your drive.
Let me lead the child to infinity.
Only allow the separable to come in between and declare.
“Now time has come.”
Not a distant from the moment, yet
My beauty will have caused exhaustion at this time.
And I know you will soon surrender.
And at once when all conflicts are tightly caged,
Like the heavens that will be the sweetest place.
Will treat those angels to the renowned ballet.
They will dance and dance finally,
To crown the next ballerina.
It shall be only
If you consent me fulfill my hallowed assignment.
Oblivious of the common earth-shattering,
Insurmountable effects of its own.
Source of demise concealed.
And in the vanity case?
Of the pools of fortunes.
If only you could turn off the magical gravity,
Then all would be suffocated into space,
Also not of the common earth-shattering.
Tally up the aftereffects.
Enfranchise, this might be a kiss of death,
A threat of its kind
I belong to it.
Observed the heliport in great wish,
Not robbed by social seclusion.
Malcontent mafioso of honeydew melon
Shield the entire race against subjection.
Thinkers to earn protection,
Never ruled by possession.
This swamp-bred vanity,
Not my permanent premise though.
Yes, all will come to pass.
Master of peace,
The avant-garde, master piece.
Honor the deterrence trade.
Vanity of vanities, all vanity,
Alari Alare Celine is a Published Kenyan Poet .She has authored a collection of poems “Cast Dice”. Alari is involved in instructing learners on forms and techniques of CREATIVE WRITING with her program dubbed, “Totos Creativity Program”.Dedicated Alare has another upcoming WOMEN MENTOR SHIP INITIATIVE “Bring back the girl” with an objective to Empowering and restoring sanity, rekindling their lives .Alari contributes and an editor at Nairobi literary Café.
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(Chief Editor and Projects 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.
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