The Voice of The Pen (VOP)
Modou Lamin Age-Almusaf Sowe is an award-winning Gambian author, poet, blogger, novelist, and playwright. His books have been translated into 5 different languages. Modou loves traveling and has been to 15 different countries around the world. Author of Don't Judge The Book By The Cover (2006), The Throne of The Ghost (2016), The Memories of Reflection (2014), TWAWEZA (2019), and AfriKa Not AfriCa (2020).
Sunday, October 20, 2024
"Left-Eye" poem by Modou Lamin Age-Almusaf Sowe
Monday, May 20, 2024
You Never Loved Me - Poem by Modou Lamin Age-Almusaf Sowe
Tuesday, April 2, 2024
Man with No Friends
Monday, November 27, 2023
Honeymoon (Poem by Modou Lamin Age-Almusaf Sowe)
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Sunday, November 19, 2023
Blood of a Virgin: A Poem by Modou Lamin Age-Almusaf Sowe
Cheers for the cup of blood we tossed
Together with Satan
The night before we killed a prophet
And separated a man from his wife;
It was the evening before we told nations
To write the 'age of 18' in their constitutions
The morning a president sacrificed his own son
Bitten by an unknown dog to die in our kingdom
For his rule without wisdom,
Weighing his sins on the wings
Of a demon
From the Manding Empire to the Vatican:
He looked into the eyes of death
And took off his mask
Exchanging lips with the daughter of the Antichrist;
Sucking her nipples
Like a physiotherapist
Assigned to an all-important job,
Marinating the blood of a virgin
With salt and margarine
To acquire more money,
More power and fame...
Learning dangerous lines from the devil
Receiving remedial classes from Lucifer
To destroy the Bible and the Quran;
The eyes of men in lust and love
For presidents who respect us,
Countries that obey our leaders,
We declare them winners.
I play with violence
You play with me; you're nosier than silence
Children, I can't wait to kill them
I'm more haram than Boko Haram
I smuggled cocaine in kilograms...
I've been in the dope business
Since Africa didn't sell,
The poets were children,
And Aristotle wasn't taught by Horace.
What is this nonsense you speak?
I recognize every member of the Illuminati.
I am destined for greatness and chill with the hatred
I support God like Adam and Eve combined.
I have been watching you from afar
Looking for virgins like some crude oil,
But I strongly believe in Allah
And I don't need your wealth and fame!
Wednesday, July 5, 2023
Blood of My Forefathers (a poem by Modou Lamin Age-Almusaf Sowe)
Wednesday, May 24, 2023
Amadou Jallow is Dead, but OJ is Not Gone: A Tribute Poem by Modou Lamin Age-Almusaf Sowe
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"Left-Eye" poem by Modou Lamin Age-Almusaf Sowe
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Gambian author, Modou Lamin Age-Almusaf Sowe cooked in Abuja, Nigeria, during the 2020 PenPen Africa Writers Residency organized by the Afri...
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