Thursday, November 11, 2010

Demons Clib Trees the selected work

This is an excerpt from Kush Kerma( Kasup Ka Mano's) poetry.

be every color you choose
your femininity flows from your womb effusions through dimensions uncharted as storms,as natural upheavals
or dark stallions with rippling muscles raging possessedly through the wild foaming at the mouth
as if the very existence of warmth is birthed right from out of your pores
i hold on to you
as if my salvation will spring up out and envelope me in your garden's beautiful scent
fortified by two mountains that inspire warlords to each stake claims at the cost of spillages of clots of gooing blood
inspiring the unuseful cowardly poets to paint you in words and images and calculated strokes of colorful inks
you are the sound of the early morning sun's warmth
your naval leads like a path to an oasis of life
mothering all other things alive
one with nature
only the symphonies of harps
only the symphonies of flutes
though virgin instruments only their sound is pure enough to express you
perfect synchronicity
only you can define you
let it all go
have mercy
for i have relegated you to an uneducated vocabulary and unreaching combination's of words
how dare i
let it all go
be every color you choose my love
be every word that remains unsaid

Give Me Hope Soweto

Many Zambians view Soweto as the hub of black empowerment in Southern Africa. We see Sowetans in the eyes of directors of movies and documentaries. They are portrayed as strong willed, afro centric and proud men and women who do not settle for less than they deserve.

I have never been to Soweto but I have been fortunate enough to have interacted with people who hail from there. On one of my encounters; a discussion organised by cool politics. I had to force myself to get out of bed (on a cold Saturday morning), for what I thought would be a predictable discussion on Development Aid. To my welcome surprise the setting was not traditional. The 'educated fools' were not the only ones taking centre stage but a number of painters, musicians and poets.

It was not arguments of PHD and Masters Degree holders that sounded practical or had an ounce of wit, but the arguments by a group, Deep Soweto that deserved the blowing of the Vuvuzela.

The songs sung by the people of Soweto asked the listener to get up, get out and get something. They scream out to Africa to not wait on crumbs from governments and foreign donors.I the people of Soweto keep up with what they are doing, the rest of the continent will follow suit. Then Africa will not wait on good will to solve its problems. We shall get a piece of the pie and create development that is uniquely African