An honest exploration of dislocation and (un)belonging in its forms: exile from language, exile from country, and exile from sanity. In her debut collection of poetry, Ndoro divides and intermingles national and personal history in an attempt to reach herself. Within its fragmented prose and lyrical poems, Agringada is not only a celebrated capture of language but also of its intriguing subversion as it navigates meetings of class, gender, nationality and race.
You wear silence
sitting on the concrete floor of a library
a shroud like speech
Language does not belong to you…