There is a kind of “power” and “mystery” about the black person. through history, thinking about our brilliance, the things we have been through, boundaries we have broken and just like the way that we look, the way that we are, feel like there is so much strength in us, as much as i try to Portray “obviously” the African men, the magic- Hafsat Sani Sami. Continue reading
But my eyes are fixed on my one true love
Staring into my transparent heart
Your cold kiss then reminds
Maybe I fell into the wrong hands…
“The play opens with Elesin Oba, a local village chieftan as he walks through the local market, followed by a praise-singer. The king has died recently, and, as a horseman to the king, Elesin is to commit ritual suicide so that he may accompany him to the afterlife.