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Yes! I am finally seasoned. Recipe is in the novel:) "More seasoned writers will also grace our bookshelves...Writing runs in the family – Mukoma...son of renowned African writer Ngugi wa Thiong’o has a new book out this Spring, Unbury Our Dead With Song." newafricanmagazine.com/25405

As the first rain drops began to fall upon the crown of Tree's leaves. It took solace in knowing it had raised so many attentive young ones. "Perhaps my body may wash away to where the seedlings reside" Tree thought. "Goodbye old Ridge, may I carry you with me, always". (17-end)

But now there was nothing left to protect, and the rains had been getting heavier the last few years. Tree wondered if it would be able to hang on at all, it would not be the first old timer to fall alone, swept out by the changing times. (16).

A hollow structure stood underneath Tree. It was laid upon stacks of dry remains to keep it out of the torn earth. Tree knew it would not matter soon. It had failed to do it's duty. As the biggest and oldest Tree on the Ridge it had protected the others from the heavy rains. (15)

After two mournful weeks, Tree felt the creatures return. This time they brought different metal, different teeth but still disturbed the Ridge with all their noise. Three crowded weeks later the creatures seemed happy with themselves, their work was over. (14)

"Wait, Boss want's this to shade his house! Just take out the little ones underneath". In an hour it was over, Tree was left alone on a barren Ridge that had once held so much life. It was not long before the creatures came back to gather the fallen bodies of Tree's friends. (13)

Tree stood proud and tall waiting for the inevitable, but right as the creatures coaxed their metal teeth into life something strange happened. One of the creatures Tree had seen before ran out and called to the others; stopping them in their shiny tracks. (12)

For days, weeks, Tree watched as the bountiful Ridge became barren and torn. Tree cold only reach out, taking pieces of their lives through his fungal roads but so much was lost. Finally, it saw the creatures come for its own trunk. Its own, limbs and life. (11)

Tree Tale continued: One day, Tree noticed small smoke coming from the horizon, it felt the ridge shudder under the weight of heavy feet. Suddenly, a noise like the tearing of the homes and bones of our dear friends filled the air. Terrifying Tree who could only watch. (10)

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I will be talking about the sometimes tense but always beautiful relationship/solidarity between Africans and African Americans tomorrow, Friday 12th March at 4:30 pm EST. nmaahc.si.edu/making-african… #APeoplesJourney #MuseumofAfricanAmericanHistoryandCulture

The Boy Who Never Gave Up : A Refugee's Epic Journey to Triumph by Dr. Emmanuel Taban, who was named by the New African Magazine as one of the 100 Most Influential Africans in 2020. #RefugeeLit #MedicalMemoir #AfricanLit

What are the benefits to defining African Literature? And do you think that African Literature includes works done by African Americans? What is the distinction between them? (2/2)

"Works done for African audiences, by Africans and in African languages, whether these works are oral or written, constitute the historically indisputable core of African literature" (Chinweizu et al 1980). Would you agree? (1/2)

That's a really important point- we need more thought like that everywhere.

Small shiny wrappers and molding scraps littered the Ridge's lush floor. Worse yet, Tree found that the creatures carelessly trampled a few of its favorite shrubs and own seedlings. Who were these horrible creatures? Well, tree thought, at least they are going away. (9)

The creatures munched and crunched and stopped up the tops of their mouths with so much wine and seeded toast. Tree watched the creatures with a fading interest. It was only as the beings packed up their gear and marched off that Tree noticed they were leaving much behind. (8)

Tree watched the bipeds approach until they were just under his limbs. The creatures stretched their stubby roots before showing their bleached bones to the sky. "Come Margaret, spread out the blanket here! We will have ourselves a little picnic". (7)

So happy to see this review of The Rise of the African Novel in the @JoburgReview. Now fully tucked away in wintery US thanks to Covid, at least my book is finding space and warmth in South Africa! johannesburgreviewofbooks.com/2021/02/18/afr…

Cheswayo Mphanza Wins 2020 Sillerman Best First Book Prize for African Poets, for His Manuscript, The Rinehart Frames Source: @brittlepaper buff.ly/2Ta6Tk3 #sillermanprize #africanpoets #cheswayomphanza