Amazingly, WOMAWORDS continues Conversations with both prominent and rising women artists, activists and writers that inspire their communities through various projects. As per our principle, we value excellence, dexterity and prowess. We are overjoyed as usual to feature prominence and profile greatness. The WOMAWORDS eDitor, Mbizo CHIRASHA met with prolific Vision Therapist , prominent Mural Artist and Poet PATRICIA TRAVIS, the most exciting about her artist gigs is versatility, she switches from being a poet to a musician and fuses her writings with community intervention errands while she also use her Vision Therapist expertise to heal children and the elderly who are visually impaired. WONDERFUL. We are gratified to welcome you into the CONVERSATIONS STUDIO, Iconic human being Patricia Travis, Aluta Continua- blurb by WOMAWORDS eDitor, Mbizo CHIRASHA.
It is befitting to name tag NANCY NDEKE as the African Poetic Tigress. The wealth in her poetic narratives and hybrid writing resemble a honeycomb clad with the earthly jacket of pure honey. The mind scorching metaphors are glued together social fabric matters and then stitched with humor concocted political vibe. Ndeke is a princess of rain and the daughter of the road. Her poetic footprints traverse from African foothills, through crevices and caves of great mountains of Kirinyaga into the mist clad mighty Kilimanjaro and the valleys yonder our human rich. The Poetic Tigress in Nancy Ndeke roars with the zeal to see the world dancing in spiritual glory, celebrating abundance and jiving to the gift of the sun and its kindred the moon. Exclusive. The lioness carved into the soul cave of this great literary combatant hunts for her twin sister PEACE in nooks, crevices and thickets of the world. Pen her torch and her poetry is her unfading light. Her literary eyes are oxblood because of the day and night search for her cousin Freedom. Ndeke is a prolific Kenyan Wordsmith, Editor, Literary arts projects consultant and a distinguished writer. She involved in the WOMAWORDS and Brave Voices Poetry JOURNAL as an African Associate and Contributing Editor. WOMAWORDS present to you our beloved readers to the Iconic, prolific and globally decorated Poet, Nancy Ndeke, Aluta Continua- WOMAWORDS eDitor.
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.
#AWADIFO OLGA KILI is our #WOMAWORDS representative for young women and girls and she is part of our #WOMAWORDS LITERARY PRESS Hall of Fame. A Youthful Literary,genius.A dedicated and widely published writer poet attending her Law studies at a University in Uganda, African land of great political history, cultural anthropology and a haven of literary arts doyens. This installment features Poet #Awadifo Olga Kilis Profile and her unique set of poems touching on the hot bun subject matter, MENSTRUATION. While this set of candid and bold verses require brave readership, Kili celebrates womanhood and uses her sharpened weapon, her pen to smash stigma and discrimination against menstruating women. She then spiritedly flexes her poetic muscle and dare every Goliath set to discriminate menstruating girls and women. Her poetry is candid and her verses are thought provoking, she pushes her spear yonder by saying that menstruation is purity and it is a blessing from Almighty God our Lord. Mind boggling poesy. Awadifo Kilis poems are trendsetting and are clearing our path towards the # DaughtersoftheEarthProject themed #Menstrual Health and Equity. Her set of poems including these titles, HELLO PERIODS*, FEMININE STORY* and *DAUGHTERS OF EVE. #WOMAWORDS is greatly excited to see heads rolling on this our digital thicket. Yes , we yearn to promote dialogue , exchange of ideas , scholarship , freedom of expression and peace. Aluta Continua, #WOMAWORDS eDitor-Mbizo CHIRASHA.
#WOMAWORDS LITERARY PRESS is a digital cultural arts space for creative resilience and artistic excellence. It is a platform to exhibit the women of literary arts prowess and revolutionary sister comrades, they defied ugly odds of barbarism, chauvinism and savagery to positively change their communities, right the wrong perceptions and carry the torchlight to stardom. Today in the #WOMAWORDS CANDID Talk Studio, we host a very important human being, An acclaimed Educationist. A global development strategist. A leader par excellence. An Accomplished of Author of almost all literary, study and educational genres. A Publisher at Large. Thank you, Embu County Minister of Youth and Cultural Affairs #Dr. JOAN MWENDE KIEMA NGUNZI. We are overjoyed to profile dexterity and greatly excited to converse with excellence. Aluta Continua ( Blurb by WOMAWORDS EDitor).
Malawi carries talent , creativity and natural wealth in its DNA.The country boasts of amazing people ,mesmerizing dialects , water mass and ever-laughing frogs ,undulating mountainous landscapes. I remember , Mulanje hills. Ambiance abound . Yes , Malawi has its own negatives but today we are talking of #ARTISTIC EXCELLENCE .#WOMAWORDS features an internationally acclaimed , award winning Film Artist #JOYCE MHANGO -CHAVULA , A distinguished Film Arts Artist , an Iconic Performances Arts Leader . She carries in her DNA artistic wealth and creative gems.Her Artistic resume is nerve-raving and mind boggling . A food for thought!. We are greatly humbled and also overjoyed to profile EXCELLENCE to evoke inspiration other women voices . And the profile Exhibition is accompanied Film trailers.*( Blurb by WOMAWORDS Editor,MBIZO CHIRASHA)*ALUTA CONTINUA!
TRACY YVONNE BREAZILE 's double edged razor sharp cutting of poesy scythes against weeds of earthly stereotypes of political barbarism . Her poetry of resistance burns gluttonous fingers of despots and oil guzzling throats of mongering warlords. Her protest lines are steely bolt nut strong and resilient. Unsparingly ,the razor sharp tip of her poetic machete slice through Africa in quest for the freedom of her earth mates “Zimbabweans” ,writhing under the heavy yoke of unbridled corruption as they suffocate from toxic , choking command politics . Breazile’s poetry is written and presented through the eye of a master of satire and paradox. She is an undying spiritual combatant and artistic soldier yearning for morsels of peace and bread crumbs of freedom , on this earth now a heap of bullet shells and dustbin of broken souls . The Poet opens the Great Year of 2020 with a verse of resilience, MASTER KEY with grey streaks of protest and yellow traces of rebuke, MASTER KEY. Tracy Yvonne Breazile is a Mentor in Residence of the Zimbabwe We Want Poetry Campaign Projects -Brave Voices Poetry Journal , Word Guerrillas Café and WOMAWORDS Literary Press- (by WOMAWORDS CHIEF EDITOR).
NANCY KILI’s prose poetry explodes with unbridled reason and scintillating rhythm. The marrow of her stanzas carries the women vigor, bravery and motherly wisdom. Simplified verses are pregnant with wit and promise. The poet cum girl child advocate cum humanitarian is an artistic combatant commanding her pen from within poetic trenches to free women from yokes of historical vagaries and unchain the girl child from shackles of cultural stereotypes. Keli wields her double sharpened pen to spit the venom of sanity against the hard sandy apparitions of century aged chauvism and barbarism. Her verses are a concoction of dictionary simplicity, reason, truth and reason. Aluta Continua! Happy great 2020(WOMAWORDS Chief Editor).
Melissa Begley has just brewed a heart rending paradox through a poetic refreshment mix of pain and joy. They are traces of bitterness after losing her beloved life partner as days quivered in the December seizures of Christmas trance .The Poet Writer does not wholly succumb on the altar of grief forever . She sings of joys and sweet memories of love once lived with contentment and fulfillment. Her verses are clad with pain of emptiness and the excitement that the clean spirit her departed beloved has been embraced by the golden rays of the New-year sun en-route to the heavenly comfort of the Almighty God . Melissa Begley wields her brave pen to archive her painful loss, romantic anecdotes, sweet memories, thought threads and life tracks . She grieves her loss with her soul bubbling with the glow of glory that humiliates devil’s sinful anticipations. Poet Begley is not only a writer but also an archivist and a chronicler of daily life events. Let’s drink Melissa Begley’s new poetic beverage with the anticipation of a glorious year. Happy Great Year of 2020-( WOMAWORDS EDITOR).
Her words echoed in my ears. The world slowed down, everything around me started going in slow motion. I looked at her and my whole life flashed in front of me. It spiraled around me as thoughts flowed in and out of my mind. My body felt numb; I lost all the feelings on my fingertips. I could feel anger settling down in my stomach, and I could feel the despair fill up until my throat. I was falling backwards or maybe it was the drugs? Her voice ran along my body, I couldn’t hear it any longer. I loved this state of ecstasy, but she couldn’t be a part of it, she couldn’t ruin just another thing that brought me happiness. Diane had to go.