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Hamba Kahle Anene Booysen! (1996 – 2013)
Dead at 17, brutally raped and left to die,
in the dirt,
at a construction site in Bredasdorp.
‘horrific’, ‘repulsed’,
‘brutally raped’, ‘shocked’,
do these words mean anything,
to anyone,
anymore.
Not to Anene Booysen,
murdered at 17, brutally raped and left to die,
in the dirt,
at a construction site in Bredasdorp.
Anene was raped,
savagely mutilated,
Her 17 year old body tossed aside,
by the hands of men.
Men, always men,
cowardly, beastly, perverted, twisted men.
‘Beastly’, ‘perverted’, ‘twisted’,
do these words mean anything,
to anyone,
anymore.
Not to Anene Booysen,
who now lies cold and dead.
How many Anene Booysens will it take,
for us,
society,
families,
people,
human-beings,
and,
men, especially men,
to excise the ghastly menace,
of the heinous capacity that resides,
within men,
always men,
to brutalise, rape, mutilate, and murder.
‘Brutalise’, ‘murder’, ‘rape’,
do these words mean anything,
to anyone,
anymore.
Not to Anene Booysen,
murdered at 17, brutally raped and left,
to die,
in the dirt,
at a construction site,
in Bredasdorp.
Anene Booysen
(1996 – 2013)
* – Hamba Kahle – “Farewell, Travel Well” in Zulu
** – Bredasdorp is a small town near Cape Town, South Africa
Form:
Unkosi Rholihlahla Mandela,
born into the Madiba clan in the village of Qunu
grow up in Mvezo in Umtata,Transkei
Dalibhunga, the prince of the Tembu tribe
son of umama Nonqaphi Nosekeni
son of Nkosi Hendry Mphakanyiswa Gadla Mandela
father of South African freedom
ward of Chief Jongintaba Dalindyebo
at the Great Place in Mqhekezweni
acting regent of the Thembu nation
boy from the Thembu royal homestead
icon of peace and justice.
sun that rises in the grim atmosphere
commander-in-chief of Umkhonto we Sizwe
dedicated himself to the struggle of the African people
South Africa’s greatest son
the greatest leader of our time
the giant of the South African history
the Son of Africa’s children
uBawomkhulu,
the man who pioneered the new patriotism in this unique country
the principal of his destiny
the commander of his soul
he represented hope and freedom
through his dignity, through his triumph, he inspired millions
the father of our nation
He who will live on in the hearts & minds of people throughout the world
the one who cherished the ideal of a democratic and free society
he who taught us reconciliation
he who embraced his enemies
one of the brightest lights of our world has gone out
a great tree has fallen
the son of a Tembu tribal chieftain is gone
Siyakuhlonipha
Tata Sizokukhumbula
Hamba kahle Tata!
SICIMILE ISIBANI SAMI
Ibhalwe ngu :N.W. Mchunu
Sicimile isibani sami
Sicimile isibani sempilo yami
Sicimile ngasala ebumyameni
Sicimile ngasala osizini
Ubuyisibani sokuphila kwami
Sona ebesikhanyisa kimi
Bengingesabi lutho
Ngoba wena ubukhona
kufikile isiphepho somoya
Sacima isibani sempilo yami
Kube sengathi liyaduma izulu
Kube nomoya onezintuli empilweni yami
Izivunguvungu zivunguzile kimi
Kwaphela konke ngami
Kwashabalala wonke amathemba
Lathi uma lifika igama elithi
Umphefumulo wakhe usuhlukene nenyama
Ngazizwa ngithuthumela ngashaywa uvalo
Zaphophoza izinyembezi. Kwaxega amadolo
Umvelinqangi ukuthathile sacima isibani kimi
Sicimile isibani empilweni yami
Ungishiyile ngincela isithupha
Ngigqemeke engeqiwantwala
Ungishiyile ngingenamuntu engizotho mama kuye
Ungishiye ngezwa kunomzwangedwa empilweni yami
Ushiye usizi kimi
Ngithi noma ngibuka izwe ngizwe ikhanda lizula
Kube sengathi ngisele ngedwa emhlabeni
Intandane enhle ngumakhothwa unina
Lo mina engingasenaye
Kazi ngizothi mama kubani
Kazi ubani ozongikhombisa indlela
uma sengiya kwa-mama ongemama
Iziyalo zona ngizozithola kubani
Ungishiyile ebumnyameni
Sacimile isibani sempilo yami
Hamba kahle mama wami
Ngiyohlala ngikukhumbula
Lala ngoxolo
Today the sun set at dawn, the grey sky poured down in torrents banked tears of yesterday.
Today, cows grazed not in the pastures evergreen, the was no herd boy playing a lekolilo melody, the stream had dried and all the gay lads came back ashen.
Today no lark sang in the meadow, no goats bleat in the valley, just a lone horse galloping on the plateau.
Today, a heroine fell, and all mourn. Even the busy bees hv taken a day off to salute this thabana-ntlenyana, this mammoth queen who leaves monuments and tales to be repeated over Bo and yonder.
Today, i shall rejoice for i know though you are gone, you are always here. In the soft breeze, in the happy songs of the morning lark, in the cry of a new born baby, in the stream that flows past our fieldd, giving us life. You are here in our hearts and minds eternally.
Today i bit farewell to a mother, a grandma, a wife and heroine in the lives of so many.
Lala kahle mama!
(c) 2014 moliehi molupe
Hamba Kahle my dear friend.
I wish we had more time,
To use the wind and sail,
Across the seven seas.
Or spread our wings and fly,
Explore all our beautiful dreams.
But God knows why.
And when it is our time.
So please be my guide,
As you step into the light.
Keep an eye on me.
I know I will feel,
Your presence near,
When the wind plays with my hair.
Goodbye, I promise not to cry.