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	<title>Liberation Lit &#187; Africa</title>
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		<title>Voice Of Struggle &#8211; poetry by Mwandawiro Mghanga</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2009/10/26/voice-of-struggle-poetry-by-mwandawiro-mghanga/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 02:22:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Voice Of Struggle Poems From Prison In Kenya Mwandawiro Mghanga INTRODUCTION Between February 1985 and September 1989 I was a political prisoner in my country Kenya. I was imprisoned for participating in the struggle against dictatorship, corruption and bad governance. As a student representative, I was in the front line of the students’ struggle for [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&#038;blog=1785272&#038;post=515&#038;subd=liblit&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Banjo &#8211; fiction by Claude McKay</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2009/09/30/banjo-fiction-by-claude-mckay/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Sep 2009 22:43:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Excerpts from the chapters &#8220;Official Fists&#8221; and &#8220;Banjo&#8217;s Ace of Spades,&#8221; in McKay&#8217;s novel Banjo (1929) Crosby was younger than Ray. A young poet who had the fanatical faith of youth in the magic of poetry, he argued with Ray about his marked absorption in prose. Ray contended that it seemed a natural process to him [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&#038;blog=1785272&#038;post=496&#038;subd=liblit&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Forgotten Inmate &#8211; fiction by Adetokunbo Abiola</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2009/04/05/the-forgotten-inmate-by-adetokunbo-abiola/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2009 03:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[  They said she was dead, Katherine Adamu thought, sitting on the edge of the bunk and staring into the gloom of the Benin City cell. Dead because they wanted her dead. Dead because they wanted the malaria in her body and the hunger in her stomach to continue until she was dead. She shut [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&#038;blog=1785272&#038;post=247&#038;subd=liblit&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Love&#8217;s Indomitable Spirit Still Alive in Kenya &#8211; by Rasna Warah</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/03/02/loves-indomitable-spirit-still-alive-in-kenya-by-rasna-warah/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Mar 2008 16:15:32 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Kenya]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view.  One of my favourite commercials is the one showing the real-life blind Kenyan marathon runner Henry Wanyoike training against a backdrop of Kenya&#8217;s most majestic views alongside his childhood friend and training guide, Joseph Kibunja. The reason this commercial touches my heartstrings is not just because it is beautifully crafted, but it [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&#038;blog=1785272&#038;post=125&#038;subd=liblit&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>2 Poems &#8211; by Betty Muragori</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/03/02/2-poems-by-betty-muragori/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Mar 2008 16:13:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya poems. The Language of Tribe  I  I am well versed in the idiom of tribe,  Having acquired the script long ago, from my family, friends, schools,  From my whole existence as a Kenyan really.  And I speak it with fluent authority.  There maybe times when I look different,  Special even, as if the language of tribe were beyond my understanding.  After all, I can cite my marriage, my children, my friends,  But that is a false impression,  I am like everyone else.    II This uncomfortable truth led me on a journey.  I wanted to know,  What is this thing called tribe, really?  That has us all by the neck?  What does it  look like?  How does it feel?  How do people live with it?  Laughing one moment with their tribal protagonist,  And the next, looking at each other across a wide abyss,  A yawning space, unbridgeable by the smiles of former friends,  Now bereft of all good intentions?  III I wonder,  If tribe were a taste, A sound,  A feeling,  A thing alive,  How would it be?  My experience of tribe is all sharp acid on the tongue,  Clanging metallic noises,  A rising tide of ill will,  A watchful expectation of ugly tribe rearing its head,  Reaching out to grab a cake, for itself,  To eat, quickly, greedily!  Tribe is grating loudly in my ears,  It must be heard!   It has me believing it is natural, inevitable like the heavens.    IV Tribe makes me act secretly,  I hide myself in full public view.  I read the newspapers,  Watch behind the news,  Scan the streets,  Count the members of the church council, On and on.  I tally the number of times my tribe emerges.  When the appearance is favourable,  I smile.   [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&#038;blog=1785272&#038;post=122&#038;subd=liblit&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>6 Poems &#8211; by Stephen Derwent Partington</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/02/24/6-poems-by-stephen-derwent-partington/</link>
		<comments>http://liblit.org/2008/02/24/6-poems-by-stephen-derwent-partington/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 05:29:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya poems. Save Our Beloved GDP Kenya, January 2008 They must not reach the CBD: its roads are business arteries, its Mercs are pure red bloodcells. Their invasion will affect the heart of commerce, they are parasites.   They must not block these roads, these roads are smooth and clean and neat. No, they are [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&#038;blog=1785272&#038;post=115&#038;subd=liblit&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>A Moment &#8211; by Yvonne A. Owuor</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/02/24/a-moment-by-yvonne-a-owuor/</link>
		<comments>http://liblit.org/2008/02/24/a-moment-by-yvonne-a-owuor/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 05:26:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view.  Yesterday I met a past presidential candidate in a meeting that was trip-tropping, trip-tropping on a bridge looking for a peaceful solution to an unstated problem with Kenya. He was well-oiled, and fat, bleary eyed and bored with the tears of the peace-seekers. Smarmy. Good luck he smirked after he heard what [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&#038;blog=1785272&#038;post=116&#038;subd=liblit&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>When the Nakumatts Close &#8211; by Wambui Mwangi</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/02/24/when-the-nakumatts-close-by-wambui-mwangi/</link>
		<comments>http://liblit.org/2008/02/24/when-the-nakumatts-close-by-wambui-mwangi/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 05:24:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view. When the Nakumatts close, you know there is trouble.  Yesterday I was sitting in a Java, sipping some curiously-named drink and doing a melanin-graded assessment of everybody else in the Java.  There we all were, my nice safe middle-class Nairobi, sitting under maroon umbrellas  and admiring our own urban casual chic, dark [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&#038;blog=1785272&#038;post=117&#038;subd=liblit&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Unsettled &#8211; by Kalundi Serumaga</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/02/18/unsettled-by-kalundi-serumaga/</link>
		<comments>http://liblit.org/2008/02/18/unsettled-by-kalundi-serumaga/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Feb 2008 20:57:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view. Hitting Without Touching Poverty is the worst form of violence. At its own worst, it is a form of slow genocide. For an example, take the fact that the vast majority of the Native Americans &#8220;rubbed out&#8221; in the American genocide died (and still die) not from settler bullets, but from poor [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&#038;blog=1785272&#038;post=113&#038;subd=liblit&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Let Kenyans Take the Lead &#8211; by Shalini Gidoomal</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/02/16/let-kenyans-take-the-lead-by-shalini-gidoomal/</link>
		<comments>http://liblit.org/2008/02/16/let-kenyans-take-the-lead-by-shalini-gidoomal/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 23:55:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view. It&#8217;s just over a month since the GSU threw journalists, observers, and anyone else getting in the way, out of Kenyatta International Conference Centre (KICC) in the first step to quickly re-instate Kibaki as President. In that time, conservative estimates indicate nearly 1000 people have died and over half a million are [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&#038;blog=1785272&#038;post=112&#038;subd=liblit&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>No Laughing Matter &#8211; by Judy Kibinge</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/02/16/no-laughing-matter-by-judy-kibinge/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 23:48:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view.  Once upon a time &#8230; three university pals in their early twenties formed a comedic trio at the height of President Daniel arap Moi&#8217;s dictatorial reign. Moi ruled supreme to the extent that to imagine his death was declared a crime punishable by death. Political enemies disappeared, or were arrested in the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&#038;blog=1785272&#038;post=111&#038;subd=liblit&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Unsung Heroes of Kenya &#8211; by Mike Eldon</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/02/16/unsung-heroes-of-kenya-by-mike-eldon/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 23:02:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view. I am not going to write about whether PNU or ODM, or both, are the bad guys. And I will not be analysing who won and who lost the election, or even how we should move forward from the sorry state in which we now find ourselves. No, I want to draw [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&#038;blog=1785272&#038;post=110&#038;subd=liblit&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>We the Kikuyu &#8211; by Potash</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/02/16/we-the-kikuyu-by-potash/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 07:56:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view. When I was young, I wanted it all: the pick-up, the farm, the Godfather hat and the pointed shoes. I wanted the beer, the goat ribs and what in those days was called a Public Opinion- a beer belly. For God&#8217;s sake I even wanted gout, because it bespoke, eating well, conspicuous [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&#038;blog=1785272&#038;post=109&#038;subd=liblit&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Translated from Kibakizungu &#8211; by Wambui Mwangi</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/02/16/translated-from-kibakizungu-by-wambui-mwangi/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 06:08:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view. We have the most hallucination-inducing leaders &#8211; they are surpassingly bad at everything, or extremely good, depending on your point of view. Kibaki, in effect, has said: &#8211;Look. We Kikuyus endured twenty-four years of that Kalenjin man&#8217;s rule, and were regularly rigged out. We knew it, and so did you. We, unlike [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&#038;blog=1785272&#038;post=108&#038;subd=liblit&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Brinkipice of Genocide &#8211; by Tony Mochama</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/02/16/the-brinkipice-of-genocide-by-tony-mochama/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 06:01:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya fiction, and view (nonfiction).  THE ROAD TO ELDORET The scene from his hotel room screen in Nakuru still feels his mind. Let&#8217;s call him Mwangi. He&#8217;s from Muranga, he still drives the Datsun 120 Y that he bought in 1972 when he was a twenty two year old boy, and he&#8217;s got a [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&#038;blog=1785272&#038;post=107&#038;subd=liblit&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Obituary of Simiyu Barasa, Written by Himself &#8211; by Simiyu Barasa</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/02/16/the-obituary-of-simiyu-barasa-written-by-himself-by-simiyu-barasa/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 05:16:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view.  When you find yourself talking with several guests of the morbid situation of your country during the wedding of one of your friends, you quickly realize there is something wrong with your country. When your National broadcasters show men being dragged out of public service vehicles and hacked to death by a [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&#038;blog=1785272&#038;post=106&#038;subd=liblit&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Echoes &#8211; by Yvonne A. Owuor</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/02/15/echoes-by-yvonne-a-owuor/</link>
		<comments>http://liblit.org/2008/02/15/echoes-by-yvonne-a-owuor/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2008 23:06:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view.  Three days ago I ‘exercised my democratic right&#8217; and cast my vote. A vote is a voice, a choice to speak. And then it was New Year 2008. Morning Mass at Consolata Church, Westlands. The thing that has invaded the land, this, layered and ineffable grief wafts even through this hallowed acre. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&#038;blog=1785272&#038;post=105&#038;subd=liblit&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>I Blame Kibaki &#8211; by Potash</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/02/15/i-blame-kibaki-by-potash/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2008 22:56:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view.  On Thursday December 28th, 2007, I voted. I could have been somewhere having a beer, but no, I went out to a polling station and stood in a line waiting to cast my vote. Yes I voted in Kenya&#8217;s last General Election. I didn&#8217;t vote because I believe in democracy; I didn&#8217;t [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&#038;blog=1785272&#038;post=100&#038;subd=liblit&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Fire This Time &#8211; by Martin Kimani</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/02/15/the-fire-this-time-by-martin-kimani/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2008 22:53:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view. I have just walked through the lobby of the Serena Hotel in Nairobi.  Packs of politicians and their entourages hurry past.  Most have mobile phones into which they whisper urgently pressed to their ears.  They brush shoulders with white men and women lagging large cameras trying to arrange for taxis that will [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&#038;blog=1785272&#038;post=103&#038;subd=liblit&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>&#8220;I was near to die&#8230;I was dead&#8221; &#8211; by Wambui Mwangi</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/02/15/i-was-near-to-diei-was-dead-by-wambui-mwangi/</link>
		<comments>http://liblit.org/2008/02/15/i-was-near-to-diei-was-dead-by-wambui-mwangi/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2008 22:50:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view. &#8220;I was near to die&#8230;.I was dead.&#8221; If you&#8217;ve watched CNN in the last twenty-four hours, you will have caught this victim of the post-election violence in Kenya speaking his truth. He was near death: in fact, he had already died. I am not sure why this particular mind-bite should stand out from [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&#038;blog=1785272&#038;post=104&#038;subd=liblit&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Kengemi&#8217;s Fly On The Wall &#8211; by Stanley Gazemba</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/02/15/kengemis-fly-on-the-wall-by-stanley-gazemba/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2008 22:45:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view. Lodged in between Loresho to the north, Westlands to the east, Lavington across yonder to the south and MountainView, Kangemi is like a wart on the ass of our affluent neighbours. And it is so ripe with putrefaction that a single stroke of the lance will see it spurting all over your [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&#038;blog=1785272&#038;post=102&#038;subd=liblit&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>An Open Letter &#8211; by Shailja Patel</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/02/15/an-open-letter-by-shailja-patel/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2008 22:41:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view. An Open Letter to Samuel Kivuitu, Chair of the Electoral Commission of Kenya Mr. Kivuitu, We&#8217;ve never met. It&#8217;s unlikely we ever will. But, like every other Kenyan, I will remember you for the rest of my life. The nausea I feel at the mention of your name may recede. The bitterness [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&#038;blog=1785272&#038;post=101&#038;subd=liblit&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Lessons Learnt &#8211; by Doreen Baingana</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/02/15/lessons-learnt-by-doreen-baingana/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2008 05:18:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view. Like many Ugandans, I have watched recent events unfold in Kenya in shock, but also with vague discomfort because of the familiarity, to us, of the images of violence, especially that unleashed by the police and army on fellow citizens.  We Ugandans, unfortunately, are also too familiar with the mockery our leaders [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&#038;blog=1785272&#038;post=99&#038;subd=liblit&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Marbles and Ballot Boxes &#8211; by Dayo Forster</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/02/15/marbles-and-ballot-boxes-by-dayo-forster/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2008 05:09:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view.  I come from a quaint little country [The Gambia] where, because illiteracy rates are high, we vote with marbles. The candidates&#8217; faces are plastered on the sides of the ballot boxes, and a special tube, a mini marble run really, winds its way in, allowing each marble to drop in with a solid [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&#038;blog=1785272&#038;post=98&#038;subd=liblit&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>A Tribute to the Man in Black &#8211; by Vivek Mehta</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/02/15/a-tribute-to-the-man-in-black-by-vivek-mehta/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2008 01:10:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ Focus: Kenya poem.    A Tribute to the Man in Black &#160; This is a tribute to the &#8221;Man In Black T Shirt&#8221;   His name we may or may not know  But that&#8217;s how he was referred to by the KTN Television network  The date was Wednesday 16th January 2008  I spent an hour sitting alone last night replaying the KTN clip in my mind  Did you see it?   The Man in Black was dancing in Nyanza, Kenya - was it in Kisumu?   He was Dancing and also Protesting with his friends  He was exercising one of his basic Human Rights - The Right to Free Speech and Assembly  He had no stone to hurl and no panga in his hand to hurt  He was just Dancing and Protesting  He was not looting either  Just Dancing and Protesting  Then came the grand finale  He was running away&#8230; he was not fighting  He was not dancing or protesting either  The Man in Green was only a few feet away  Two rapid shots from an automatic rifle  and the dance was over &#8230;.   The Man in Black lay on the floor together with his friend  He tried to get up one more time - he was only dancing!!   But the shot had done its job  As he tumbled down yet again the brute in Green had to kick him  Probably to kick the Man in Black&#8217;s last breath out  That was the sudden end to the Dance  Farewell Man in Black - a friend I never got to meet  A friend who gave up his life for Kenyans&#8217; freedom  As I sat I realized that The Man in Black was probably a ‘poor man&#8217;  No riches and no bank account either to his name  All I can offer his Soul are my Prayers for His Soul&#8217;s Peaceful Journey  And May My Prayers and those of Many Others enrich your Soul  And May that Enrichment of your Soul be our reward and thanks for your Sacrifice  May that Enrichment Power your Journey  And your Soul be Blessed with Riches not seen  I take Solace in that the Nature of the Soul is  WEAPONS CUT IT NOT, FIRE BURNS IT NOT, WATER WETS IT NOT, WIND DRIES IT NOT  After this thought propped up in my Being  Yet another Powerful thought Burst thru  [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&#038;blog=1785272&#038;post=97&#038;subd=liblit&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Praise Poem &#8211; by Stephen Derwent Partington</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2008 19:15:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya poem.  Praise Poem Kenya, January 2008 We praise the man who, though he held the match between his finger and his thumb, beheld the terror of its tiny drop of phosphorous, its brown and globoid smoothness like a charred and tiny skull and so returned it to its box. So too, we hail [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&#038;blog=1785272&#038;post=95&#038;subd=liblit&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Nigerian Freedom Fighters and Zapatista &#8211; charcoal by Kim Alphandary</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/02/01/nigerian-freedom-fighters-and-zapatista-by-kim-alphandary/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2008 18:39:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Revolution drawn in charcoal.   Drawings and commentary by Kim Alphandary   Nigerian Freedom Fighters      12/21/2006, NIGERIA, Movement for Emancipation of the Niger Delta (MEND), demands $1.5 billion in compensation from Royal Dutch Shell for environmental pollution, and asking for a greater share of government oil revenues. The situation in the Niger Delta dates [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&#038;blog=1785272&#038;post=75&#038;subd=liblit&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Lizy &#8211; fiction by Adetokunbo Abiola</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2007/12/23/lizy-by-adetokunbo-abiola/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Dec 2007 19:52:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The courage and the struggle to vote in Nigeria.  Shortly before Lizy left her room for the INEC office, she learnt through a phone call that Caroline Aghatise, her friend, had been shot. Five minutes after the call, her mother burst into the room, panting and waving her hand in agitation. &#8220;Caroline is dead,&#8221; she [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&#038;blog=1785272&#038;post=42&#038;subd=liblit&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Militants &#8211; fiction by Adetokunbo Abiola</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2007/10/07/the-militants-by-adetokunbo-abiola/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Oct 2007 04:29:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Guerrillas, soldiers and civilians struggle for justice and survival in the Niger Delta amid suffering and death fueled by the oil industry and the state. When my fiance Paul was contacted to take a job to construct a road at the outskirts of Warri, an area where thugs and layabouts proliferated, Paul&#8217;s half brother Peter said [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&#038;blog=1785272&#038;post=24&#038;subd=liblit&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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