To understand us, you must know that the North American African is a postapocalyptic being: we are, each of us, born in a certain year, be it 1619 or 1916, or this new year, and in a certain place, but the origin story of our dispossession precedes us all, and it is because of this other birth that we must reconstruct ourselves in the time we have here in the stories that we tell about who we are and wish to be.
Ayodele Nzinga, the 70-year-old spoken-word poet we call WordSlanger, the activist, playwright, PhD, preserver of stories, She Who Remembers; she, the first and current poet laureate of Oakland, California, has a story that begins in mystery: she has two birth certificates, Nzinga reveals, one from State Line, Mississippi,…