Ngugi, the Kenyan griot, sat us down
one cold evening at Kuto
and told us about the day Silone
said our savage languages
had no more than two or three words
Ngugi told us he sprung to his feet like
Amalinze the cat,
to defend us,
to defend these packets
of rhythm —
and music —
that need no defense.
Later that night, he said,
after setting the Italian straight,
he returned to his room
writing the manuscript of the classic —
Weep Not, Child.
He wrote the next word in English,
and his soul wept.
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About the Author:
Moyosore Orimoloye is a poet from Akure, Nigeria, who has had his work published in The Ilanot Review, The Rising Phoenix Review, The Kalahari Review and The Best New African Poets 2015 anthology. His poem, “Love Is a Plot Device and Your Insecticide Is Not,” co-won the Babishai Niwe Poetry Award in August 2016. He is currently an Intern Pharmacist at the Neuropsychiatric Hospital, Aro, Abeokuta. He tweets from @MoyoOrims.