Cameroon Storyteller Geraldine Sinyuy reclaims our Africaness with Music in the Wood :and other folktales.


Geraldine Sinyuy projects original and ancient Africa through raw folktales that are a concoction of fantasy, identity and beautiful language. The master storyteller depicts African indigenous knowledge through old tales once told by long gone story weavers. The great stories told by great-grandmothers of her land are manifesting in her as she now wields her pen to retell, revive and resurrect them through lyrical dexterity and literary prowess. From these wonderfully weaved stories, we mine civilization and barbarism of ancient communities. We also learn with gusto the moral fabrication together with the socialization and the politicization of the human past. These folktales are grandiose revelations that the ancient communities were highly learned, creative and educative; and that their books of wisdom still exist especially through our lyrically able Geraldine Sinyuy.

Otole your Verses rave the Mind like Afro-Jazz.


FRANCIS  OTOLE  is a  fast rising African Poetry  Voice. I call him the Poet of. His verses  raves the mind  and shells  the heart box like Afro-Jazz.And the rhythm is the soft rain sound of  the MBIRA- a thumb piano. The burden of truth carried in his poesy  is hefty , bone cracking and heavy to carry in our ever pain scalded souls. The simple -deep lyrics are classical, educative and entertaining . Here verbal dexterity is laced with with human  reason and  the preservative is dramatic humor. OTOLE writes  about life , humanity , spirituality  reverence and confessional poetry. FRANCIS OTOLE  is the Guest Editor  of the BRAVE VOICES POETRY JOURNAL June edition. 

Brave Voices Poetry Journal 55:BLOOD LETTERS TO BIYA (CAMEROON IS ALSO OUR COUNTRY).


  BLOOD LETTERS TO BIYA (CAMEROON IS ALSO OUR COUNTRY)      : See puppets moaning out loud under the oppressionalitic burden of uncondomized, rough, rush ridden iron steel imperialistic phalluses. Slicing apart the sacredness and virginity of this earth .Painting the moon red with fresh  blood. Sacred land wounded by riffle gongs, bullet shreds and shrieks of … Continue reading Brave Voices Poetry Journal 55:BLOOD LETTERS TO BIYA (CAMEROON IS ALSO OUR COUNTRY).