Amanda Holiday – African Icarus | Poetry in Translation


Amanda Holiday
African Icarus


He fell from the sky

– no one knew who he was

an African Icarus

his head smashed onto the crazy paving

in a Clapham garden 

but he was already dead

frostbitten in the wheelwell

of the 787 out of Jomo Kenyatta

international, 2 hours in, the water bottle

untouched along with the bread


His friend knew a friend who knew a man 

who had flown for free this way under a turbo jet

to Paris afterdark, cut a hole in the airfield fence

no one saw, ran to the undercar, scaled the iron

bird leg, tucked himself in a corner with just a bag, 

damp towel for fumes, cork for his ears, 

slugged triple whiskey straight, bit his lip hard, 

covered his nose with the cloth

as the thundering tyres pounded the runway

then up and up and up in prayer


Father into your hands I lend my spirit

he willed himself into a trance, they say


He’s living large now a Paris, sends money

back western union every month end

His mother is building a house in Nairobi


Thus he dreamed.

He was the skinny kid

with ashy knot knees who

outran the old trains on the platform

at Imara Diama station on Mombasa Road

then one time he jumped the Premier’s

car in the street and danced on top

two fingers popping off at all the cheers

until security jumped out and grabbed

him pummelling him to the ground

He nearly died then 


His mother was watching the BBC news

idly, ironing for some white lady when they 

mentioned Kenya Airways and she

saw a photo of some Indian man some student

in London who had been laid out in his garden

sunbathing. When the body hit from the sky

Right then something in her heart snagged 

she grabbed a dress to her nose and smelled

kerosene and then she screamed and screamed 

because she knew that damn fool 

fell from the plane was her son



Sierra Leone born artist and poet Amanda Holiday moved to the UK aged five. She has exhibited artworks at INIVA and Tate Britain and has shows forthcoming with Vivienne Roberts. Founder of Black Sunflowers Poetry Press, Holiday is currently completing a PhD in Poetry, Race and Art at Brighton University.


"African Icarus" by Amanda Holiday is featured in Japa Fire: An Anthology of Poems on African and African Diasporic Migration (CivicLeicester, 2024) and has been translated into: French German Click on the links above to see the translations.


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