Volume 6 • Issue 2 • November 2009

Abdoulaye W. Dukulé

Meeting Wilton Sengbe Sankawulo: Literature, Dictators and Wars

Stephanie C. Horton

Sankawulo, Ancestor: African Consciousness, Social Memory and Narratives of Self

Doeba Bropleh

“Wilton Sankawulo, the man who wrote for our souls even when we chose to forsake ourselves.”

Jestina Doe Anderson

A Critical Review of Helene Cooper’s The House at Sugar Beach

Robtel Neajai Pailey

Deconstructing Helene Cooper’s The House at Sugar Beach

Watchen Johnson Babalola

The bombs had been falling for close to three days/ He didn’t dare leave the house

Charlina Daitouah-Smith

In the privacy of my mind/ I give vent to rage, lies, envy, and vices of every kind.

Ralph Geeplay

No tread of our lives seems useful now/ Like the dead we mourn

Ruby Harmon

the black, coarse striations / the well of darkness

Nathaniel N. P. Nah

She tore at us . . ./“Papa, I want my own, papa.”

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