WORD is a force and within its etymology, has a force as mysterious and mythical as the cycles of life presented in a woman’s body. Womanhood is a tribe with two sides that push and pull, drawing in and drawing out to balance between the physical and the ethereal. A woman is a S/WORD, slashing self-preservation to indulge creation into the path of continuity. Her voice is a lullaby that soothes kings before they wear crowns of authority and high handedness. Her voice of a weeping window burying her soldier sons. She is the hearth that feeds life a protective shell to glimpse its first experience of all earthly journeys. To discount a woman is to discount nature’s benevolence in its ever giving nurture. To disparage a woman is to spit at the hand of creation that give so much grace to a creature that births itself and other. In cerebrating womanhood, great poetry was birthed. No one can judge the emotions and wisdom within the words neither can accurate value be stamped authoritatively upon any piece, for all without fail deliver a universal truth about the plight of women in their journey of holding their divine portion in sustaining and carrying on the mantle of living. Great voices that speak ‘womalingo’ from WOWAWORDS recent entries delivered from their hearts and to other hearts. Ten pieces that speak as internationally as music does in its varied tones, tunes and crescendos from Caroline Akui of Kenya, Nelani Goonawardena from India and Anya Wikramanayake Sri Lanka, Colombo. Together We Rise –( Blurb by August Edition Guest Editor , Nancy Ndeke)
The aroma of her paradoxical verses is like the scent lingering the bread baking backyards. The lyrical sting smells of half cigars stubbed for yet another smoking joint to come. Devika Brendon masters the art of paradox , her poetry is the string of puffed smoke coiling off an intact cigarette stick to mingle with oxygen and dissolve into earthly wind but sometimes the smoke dies into squashed ash and is trembled upon by the same smoker after enjoying ,the aroma, the puff and the dance of smoke into the universe. Devika is a keen seer of life and the living, a brilliant chronicler, a thorough philosopher and a word economist, she tells medulla riveting stories through bold poetry lines. Paradox is the natural ingredient, while verbal economics concocted with reason and lyrical dexterity qualifies her poetry for a literary balanced diet. Paradox is the carbohydrate, metaphor is the protein, imagery is the Vitamin B12, Potassium is reason and verbal dexterity becomes Calcium. Readers are safe. Devika Brendon is an accomplished editor, literary arts project expert, renowned writer and a brilliant page poet. TIME OF THE REPUBLIC brings is rooted in bringing to its readers a diversity of ideas, real poetry, revolutionary artistry and literary consciousness. I implore our readers to take time grazing real poetry on the piece, ELECTION FEVER. Aluta Continua- (Blurb by Mbizo CHIRASHA).