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Ada 'Amanda The rising sun of the East I have never seen you But you are before me in words and rhetoric glitters, wearing the feminist shame in patriarchy's hall of fame Telling tales by moonlight We gather at your feet with Purple Hibiscus, that flower violent Kambili must not crush Holding to tenets of old to break bones We gather at your feet for stories about history As the night travels, maybe we can catch a glimpse of Half of the Yellow Sun before sunrise Before guns and gunpowder contour our lives with layers of loss Fighting for Biafra You are not a single story Patience and pain have courted you to the gravestones of dearly beloved Grief is not brief, take notes You too have seen smiles Have smiled smiles Accompanied by loud ovations and every tiny trigger of laughter That crackles here and there around tables of literary talks You have charted a course A literary walk Chimamanda of the East
Jon Kote is a queer poet whose love for creative writing delves into love, politics and sexuality. He finds rest in the cover of words and the music of poetry.
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