by Mark Kodama photo credit: pixabay No More Hallelujahs is a beautiful and ruminative work of memory and emotion and of lost chances and hopes by poet Ann Christine Tabaka. It is her tenth book of poetry. Although at times melancholy, the twenty-one poems of the chapbook seem to me to be an honest and … Continue reading No More Hallelujahs
Reviewed by Mark Kodama I just finished reading the Inner Circle Writers’ Magazine’s debut edition released by Clarendon Publishing House in February, 2019. It is the best single magazine edition I have ever read on the craft of writing. The magazine was written by the Inner Circle Writers’ Group and edited by Grant P. Hudson. … Continue reading Short Story Lovers: the Inner Circle Writer’s February Magazine is Full of Fresh, Exciting Stories
“Always be pitching.” by Ikenna Nwachukwu Ikenna Nwachukwu is a freelance writer currently based in Lagos, Nigeria. Photo Credit: Geralt, pixabay It’s now the cliché parting admonition from your average self-styled marketing guru. They lob it at you with the sort of light, graceful touch you would usually associate with the dispensing of profound wisdom … Continue reading The Pitching Plague: When Communication Becomes Inhumane
“Islam in the culture of the Moslems, simply means peace. Peace with man, peace with all living things, which ultimately leads to peace with Allah. We believe deeply in the universal principles of the cosmological order and how every action has a reaction. These principles taught us also how to properly eat the correct foods and not to consume the foods that were detrimental to our health in all aspects of life. These principles also taught us how to treat others and how to create a hospitable environment for guests at our Caliphates.”
We opened up possibilities for skyscrapers, video games and so on by communicating complex ideas to other people. The feat of our achievements is unthinkable if not for the possibility of efficient and effective ways to communicate.
We became excited by the prospect of creating something that questioned, philosophically, the role and value of permanent labels and whether, in fact, we should not label each other at all and instead accept that we are momentarily many things.
While I was growing up there were no black Disney princesses. Had there been a black princess, surely I would have identified with her and wanted to look like her, perhaps, even be her. However, all I knew was Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, and you know all the other beautiful non-black Disney princesses. So is it far-fetched to say that maybe black women admired white women during that time?