Mazola's 'State of Mind'
Questions have always fuelled Mazola's search for truth. A self-confessed 'revolutionary', he started out as a poet in his native Kenya, and later played the kété drum in a band. He always thought he would come to Jamaica in the capacity of a musician. It was not to be.
Literary arts - The Fighter
I had blood in my eyes. I got up slowly, while the wound on my forehead gushed blood at a rapid pace. I felt dizzy and weak. I looked down at my khaki shirt sticking to my skin. It wasn't pale brown anymore, but deep red. Long crimson lines were slowly running down my khaki pants. I heard a laugh.
The Wordsmith - No Place for 'loafters'
The sub head in a newspaper article in relation to the proposed downtown transportation centre announced by the Prime Minister read, 'No Place for loafters'. I was shocked, but in my heart I knew that the articulate Mr. Golding could not have, even on a bad day, made that utterance.
Literary arts - The Box (Part 2)
The next stop was India, China, and the rest of the world. Not only did 'The Box' rescue refugees, but people who desired peace, including soldiers who were fighting wars. The box even rescued people who were on 'death row', but were innocent. The disappearance of hundreds of people across the world was causing chaos and confusion.
Book review - Story of a tortuous life
The storyteller is Ashanti, or Sister Shanty, who as a child lived in Dungle - "it was a dung hill made of garbage dumped there each day", until they moved to Wareika Hill. Her father was a gentle and quiet man who "was one of the first beard men, like his friends".
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