Jamal is the poetry equivalent of finding out that the drinks machine in your local McDonalds has quietly replaced its Pepsi button with spiced rum. He is confusing, frightening, delicious with ginger beer and lemon, and unhealthy in large doses. His poetry ranges from raw, hard-hitting snapshots of reality to downright silly.
He likes to call himself Kid Anansi when he raps (he does not do this often) mainly because his arrogance has no bounds but also in homage to his Ghanaian heritage. Recently, he has tried to begun to take himself and his poetry more seriously, which is code for ‘He has recently run out of dick jokes that are genuinely clever and original’.