Bakwa 02 August 18, 2012 Why is Chimurenga so popular? Is the book dying a long slow death? What are the challenges faced by the Black fashion industry? Is the West using diaspora writers as Africa’s voice and do…
Editorial 02
A new partnership marked the beginning of the year, as The Ofi Press Magazine, edited by Jack Little, joined forces with Bakwa and there is a collaborative issue forthcoming in December, wherein Bakwa will showcase Mexican writers while the Ofi…
[Political Cartoons] Dante's Corner
Operation Sparrow Hawk in Action A Detainee Strikes Back
Ikhide Ikheloa: People Take Me a Lot More Seriously than I am Willing to Take Myself.
“The West has made stars out of Diaspora writers and made them Africa’s voices. I have a problem with that.” Ikheloa Ikhide Interviewed by Emmanuel Iduma I have not always agreed with Ikhide Ikheloa. So when I…
Q & A with Paola-Audrey Ndengue on Fashizblack, Fashion & the Black Diaspora
“Fashizblack Magazine is the result of a rather peculiar editorial policy: we are neither an ‘ethnic’ magazine closed up on itself, nor a magazine dedicated to Western fashion in the traditional sense of the expression.” Paola-Audrey Ndengue Interviewed by…
Adrift by Temitayo Olofinlua
You were staring at the white screen of your computer when he called you that morning. You were in the middle of a terrible writer’s block. You could not write a word. So, you escaped into many worlds through the…
Hooray for Havana by Sebastiaan Bedaux aka the Ego Tripper
Sebastiaan Bedaux, aka the ego tripper is a 31 year old journalist from Belgium. He’s not really a travel journalist, but traveling has always been his passion and his job has allowed him to travel to many different countries.…
Four Poems by John Stocks
Alexandria I took my imagination for a walk Unwisely from the port, the teeming streets Were like my head, a restless cacophony. Poverty screamed like a coyote Trash gathered flies where babies crawled To play in gutters, does anybody care…
Four Poems by Jack Little
Old Baobab Great one, rooted in a history Fat to bursting, slumped asleep: Rest your tired grey eyes, Grand and wild- He saw you from The white verandah plains Looking at his land, garden of the ancients In a handful…
