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Poems

Rehema NjambiSeries: Emma Press Poetry Pamphlets
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Year
2021
Language
English
Publisher
The Emma Press

About

Rehema Njambi unpacks identity, faith, womanhood and – above all – agency, in poems partly inspired by conversations with the Black, mostly African, women around her.
Imbued with quiet resistance to patriarchal societies, Njambi's debut collection is an ode to the women who have raised her, and their strength and their ability to hold, sustain, and be rooted in their faith. The poems resound with their idea of home, and belonging they wish to pass on to their daughters.
GHOSTS IN THIS HOUSE
There were footsteps in the dark all night,
almost every night, and we were scared -
but we didn't say a thing.
She called us to prayer in the morning, every morning.
With our small hands and smaller faith
we asked the Lord for protection -
but He didn't say a thing.

Related Subjects

  • African
  • Poetry
  • Adult Nonfiction
  • English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh
  • European

Extended Details

  • SeriesEmma Press Poetry Pamphlets

    Artists

    Rehema NjambiAuthor