This essay, an extract from a longer two-hundred-page manuscript, traces the author’s literary friendship with Kamau Brathwaite from their first meeting in 1968 to Brathwaite’s passing in 2020. It relies on correspondence over fifty years, memories of meetings, and critical responses to Brathwaite’s work to trace their mutual admiration and scuffles amid a comradeship that is stronger than time.

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