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I can't have children. The local kids, they're like my family; Benjamin Zephaniah, self-confessed 'mad ranting poet', on the sadness of infertility and why he's looking for love on the Net.
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The Evening Standard (London, England)
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November 1, 2004
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Byline: ALISON ROBERTS
BENJAMIN Zephaniah strides into the dressing room wearing a long black overcoat and cool black shades, his amazing dreadlocks stretching all the way to his gym-honed waist. It's an impressive, striking, vaguely menacing entrance - an effect that's utterly ruined the moment he takes off his glasses and cracks a big, gap-toothed smile.
Poet, novelist, revolutionary, Zephaniah has been the "acceptable" face and voice of radical black politi...