Artist: Alex peter idoko
Medium: Razorblade, sandpaper, charcoal, wood
Description: I am on the world’s extreme corner,
With skins tanned as though torched with fire to become black,
I suppress every flicker of weakness by turning every passion into strength.
Like nana yaa asantewa of Ghana,
Who fought the europeans for freedom in the 1900
I have no son to fire the gun when i die
And no daughter to wail when i close my mouth
I have wondered on the wilderness
The great wilderness man call life.
Like mandela of south africa,
Who stood against the apartheid in 1948,
If i turn here, the rain beats me
If i turn there, the sun burns me
The firewoods of this world are
For those who can take heart
That is why not all can gather it.
Like Zik of Africa who fought,
For independence in Nigeria 1960
Nature has endowed the black race
With stamps of strength
Where time moves forward and backwards
With not one moment pause of sighing
For our passion is from the heart
And to be passionate is to be black.