Tag Archives: Terry a O’Neal

in high regard / I hold him / his excellence emerges / from many places / untold faces of wisdom / deep-rooted in the earth…

What is to become of me / I wonder as I breathe / Pondering / The hands of time / How swiftly it passes by / Evaporating…

Near the riverbank where we / Buried her, I light a candle / And wait, patient as a hunter / Detecting what the beast will do / In the next moment…

Mastering this split image is the role which photographers of African origin have assigned themselves, sometimes against their better judgement, in order to avoid misunderstandings.

Beautiful / Spirit of the night / Her shadow appears / abstract– / As her body contours / under the moonlight / She does the nagla dance / With beads dangling between her breasts…

Mama Afrika / Make me a necklace / Of shiny malachite beads and brass spheres / That will mark me / Queen of the jungle– / Queen of romance– / Groom me for womanhood– / Mama Afrika / Make me a necklace…