Footprints Publishing House's primary objective is to promote writing of all genres and uplift the writers' welfare by according them a platform to publish their work with ease. With an affordable set-up fee, writers of all backgrounds and ethnicity have their eBooks and paperbacks sold internationally and has since tattooed his publishing fingerprints on digital walls of Amazon and other international book stores - a wonderful and mesmerizing achievement .The publisher has since catalogued notable poets and writers from across Africa and beyond that includes Jabulani Mzinyathi Ndlovu( Zimbabwe) , Geraldine Sinyuy( Cameroon) , Chrispah Munyoro( Zimbabwe), Akimana Divine( Rwanda) , Mbizo Chirasha( Zimbabwe) ,James Coburn( USA) and more other rising writers .
Mine is not Arts for the sake of Arts. It is a revolutionary INSGINA carved into the artistic plaque of my DNA to speak FREEDOM of expression and then freedom after EXPRESSION. The footprints of my revolutionary walk are dipped in the paths of RESISTANCE. My Ideological Swag -word is CREATIVITY. My spiritual birth mark is RESILIENCE. My revolutionary slogan is a nonviolent but a poetic fist of MASS INSTRUCTION. I am non-selfish believer. I adore to take on head bashing challenges head on. I value brew and experiment positively with ideas and there- after bring contentment to humanity. My triplet principles are INCLUSIVITY, DIVERSITY and EXCLUSIVITY. I write for the demoralized and dehumanized to awaken their mental eyes to see candle lights of FREEDOM and like wise to realise that their ballot casts are used fatten political hyenas and insatiable tyrannical systems in corrupt stinking corridors of power -through my insight- ful-torch bearing hybrid memoirs, peasant hoe hardened skull grazing poetic verses, rhythm creamed short fiction mind raving book reviews and nerve grinding political commentary.I chant RESISTANCE with my pen of DEFIANCE. I roast dictatorial regimes with metaphoric acid and disinfect our earth from cantankerous political fungi with ironic calamine lotion. I am a prophet baptizing unrepentant corruption fat cats with acidic spit of pen. The bullets of my pen dig the truth hidden in the potbellies of propaganda zealots, extortion itching double chins of political pundits, fake election manifestos of revolutionary rejects and sloganeering palms of ideological imbeciles drunk with illicit propaganda cocaine.
The virulent pandemic spat the venomous saliva of death unto land. The COVID19 Pandemic has strangled our dignity, we have become wretched orphans walking on this dying earth . Despair and hopelessness killed our promise of life . Judith Elsevier Robb, a wonderful photography artist captures nature with that excellent eye of a prolific reader , ardent naturalist and a super- talented observer. Her mesmerizing love for nature* images are a documentary of beauty and wonderment .The wisdom of these images entails us to view life unto the other side of the coin . We are thrilled and entertained to forget about rough experiences and painful jabs of COVID 19 pandemic . This photographic collage is an imagery of hope and a metaphor of light to all of us . As we were heavily bewitched and bereaved by the cruel tides of COVID 19 Pandemic. This instalment attests that our visual artist and avid worldview -reader Judith Elsevier Robb is a prophetess of light and soothsayer of the promised land . Her beautiful images are a prophecy of light ripping off the mist of fear , anxiety and despair from our hearts . It is our singular honor and profound pleasure to publish this super- photo artist Judith Elsevier Robb and this is our special legendary profile . Aluta Continua- ( Blurb by Mbizo CHIRASHA)
Nancy Kili , your deep belly wail for Darfur is a great revelation of the anguish and the pain whipping the lives of the people every day of God . In Darfur lives are thrashed in mortars of poverty and are grinded unto grindstones of death . In this beautiful but blood jamming poetic rendition . Nancy Kili reveals to the reader how orphans of Darfur are spiked by merciless thorns of war. The death-rimmed and threadbare imagery is revealing of heart-rending emotional , nerve- stalking psychical and mind-boggling physical experiences of war pounded African nation. Darfur ,the land that has lost its salt . Its backside jabbed by stubborn bullets .Its breasts are torn apart by hungry grenades .Its belly persistently ripped apart by blood -loving bayonets. Kili,your message is deep and bold . Your verbal simplicity creates the requisite mood and that mind-pounding rhythm set the tone of your wonderful poetic tone .Poet Kili ,we are blessed to have you as one of our contemporaries speaking against pandemics of war , disease and poverty. TIME OF THE POET REPUBLIC is dipped in exhibiting diversity of ideas , human rights abuses , violence ,political malaise ,poverty , corruption and more . We are proud to profile you Nancy Kili , Human Rights Attorney , Social Justice Activist , Acclaimed Poet and widely published Writer. Aluta Continua-( Blurb by Mbizo CHIRASHA).
There is not a particle of life that does not bear poetry within it. -Gustave Flaubert Just on the other side of the window from where I write, it is cold. Here in the early half of February, in what's considered a northern part of Canada, even though there's more of the country above than … Continue reading WordCity Monthly. February 2021 Issue6
Bless Us Lord for the Sin-Free Life We Are Living First Published in “Lift Your Voice”, Kissing Dynamite, Oct 2019 I stare with my gaping mouth mock and revere at this whimsical reality eyes rolling in disbelief head bowed in silence knees scraping at the pew to absolve my sins We only bow … Continue reading Bless Us Lord for the Sin-Free Life We Are Living. A poem by Megha Sood. WordCity Monthly February 2021 Issue6
I went outside after the rain, into the late afternoon sun. The robins hallooed hosannas from the cherry tree and the iris stuck up their razored snouts and hollered and two new daffodils, split open into the sun stretched themselves and the light came up, from over the edge of fat purple-blue clouds and lit … Continue reading A poem by Luanne Armstrong, WordCity Monthly February 2021 Issue6
YOU ARE CLOSE TO ACHIEVING YOUR DREAM As the stars brighten the sky And the day slowly dies So the beauty of the night unravels In an enchanting world that travels Don't ever be scared of the bad times Look above and you'll see the light in time Not only will you experience the joy … Continue reading 2 poems by John Phebe. WordCity Monthly February 2021 Issue6
Hemispheres My introvert side is glad to actually have a rest: Breathes, exhales slowly, sinks into his chair. He sets priorities, contemplates, makes plans yet accepts the folly of making plans - releases all to its fulfillment. My extrovert side wants to eat sushi, drink draught beer experience the world beyond his … Continue reading 3 Poems by Patrick Connors. WordCity Monthly February 2021 Issue6
Rickety chair Every morning my father stands on one foot, arms raised in Surya Namaskar above his head offering prayers to a solar deity, fully absorbed within himself for half an hour in the rooftop, and then sits down in a rickety chair nearby his desultory guest, an amiable serene cat and smiles looking … Continue reading Rickety chair, A poem by Bhuwan Thapaliya. WordCity Monthly February 2021 Issue6