depression

“La dépression c’est pour les blancs. Ici on l’appelle Folie”

Nanda est une artiste gabonaise singulièrement plurielle, poétesse Slameuse, chanteuse, Chroniqueuse médias et écrivaine. Elle est de celles qui osent croire au pouvoir de l’oralité, de la parole poétique rassembleuse, éveilleuse de rêves et d’une humanité meilleure. Elle a pris part à plusieurs festivals dans plusieurs pays du monde. Elle est aussi co-initiatrice du Collectif Slam Action du Maquis Bibliothèque et et Membre du collectif Kidikwa. Dans ce texte elle parle de la folie comme on l’entend en Afrique pas en Occident et raconte l’histoire d’une femme isolée et jugée à cause de l’amour d’une nuit. “Maladie Mentale”?/Le terme ne court pas les rues ici/C’est une friandise que mâchent les bouches intellectuelles/Ici on dit “Folie“.

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“Left without”, a woman inside the imaginery cave of depression

Akimana Divine is a Rwandan poet, mental healthcare advocate and human rights activist. Her works have been published on numerous magazines and anthologies. The poem “Left without” allow us into that imaginery cave that is depression: a dark place where one is left without anything but his/her ghosts and fears. Divine has had her own hardships in life, first as a young girl being bullied for her weight and then as a single mother raising her boy alone. These painful experiences led her to find comfort in poetry and to write her own poems as a way of struggling against depression.

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“My mother’s depression”, inherited on the night of the blood moon

Carolyne M. Acen, aka Afroetry, is a Ugandan Spoken word poet, writer and counselor. She has dedicated her life to poetry, which for her has become a form of activism to raise consciousness about delicate and complex issues: among these the condition of women, the search for freedom and all the prejudices coming from a patriarchal and macho mentality, not only African one. In this text, “My mother’s depression” she explores the theme of psychological distress linked to the family situation and, in fact, to a form of life oppressed by social constraining.

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Eleazer Obeng, “The Devil’s Snare”: that silent, oppressive evil

“The sun is up, it seems like a new day sigh. you are still here. It’s not. How did you get in? I cry. Hubbub waters my anxiety. Sprouting doubt, and the traumas of my past I thought I buried.” This poem, as Eleazer Obeng tells us, “was born as annotations in which I tried to make sense of a facade created to remove an empitenss that I felt inside and that I could not explain to myself”. Dennis, this is the name in real life, defines himself as a “gender fluid” and in Ghana, the country where he was born and lives, he is an activist for queer rights.

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