My time in Nigeria was not just some tourist trip to collect snapshots of Africa to hang on my wall back home in the United States. I accompanied a traveling preacher as he reunited with his brothers and sisters scattered throughout the southern regions of the country.
Amidst that communion, the richest statement I found was not an explanation of the beauteous culture or a souvenir of the craftsmanship produced by the hands of Africa. Much more profound was a glimpse into the splintered and bruised heart of an African—the hidden aches of the country reflected in his person.
Sotanmide’s poetry is thus, in part, a vibrant expression of a world I’d never known. This selection from his forthcoming collection, Haemorrhage manifests for me the utmost of paradoxes: for how can words that express such darkness be a source of such profound light? Such is the depth of experience that this collection of poetry communicates.
– Jeremy Ray Webb