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CECE YA FAMILIA, HONOR, LIKE TWINS
She is looking at mi with love.
in her eyes and a look..
concerned about her bro...
i try to second guess her
today she inst playing ball
she stares back determined..
hedging me between a rock
and a hard place.. i know
she knows my secret and
she knows.....i know
i do know she wants me to
confess... am tongue tied
she implores for the last time
its like my tongue is immobilized..
i mumble an incoherent sorry..
what did you say..she asks
i try to talk ...end up choking
how can i tell her what am
sworn never to reveal..
my word is my honor..
but the secret is killing me...
and i cant share with her thou..
I love her so much.. thou i know
she already knows.. for we are like twins
second guessing each others thots...
cece..like twins
where is the family honor..
she walks out on me..
leaving my cheap lunch untouched..
i wander ....if it was in a five star hotel
by the beach would she av done the
same.. plus she kept looking at her phone
and i realized there was no winning her...
she had sold her heart to another
whose tongue was very fluent.
using french with words like.. amour
amour tata tinauma..amour..
word i dont know how they mean
tata tinauma.. could be the name of a god..
for all i care...
amour tata tinauma.. my stomach pains
and she was off.. nearly being hit by the bus
she didn't see me looking out of the
balcony as she fell into the hands of her
beloved... amour tata tinauma
and cece my sista ran into the hands of
her lover.. am yet to give him
a piece of my mind for he broke her heart
amour tata tinauma ...cece left her food
and rushed in the hands of her beloved...
who ended insulting our beloved mama..
she left my cheap lunch uneaten,
amour tata tinauma..and cece forgot..
like twins we are- where is the family honor
....ya familiaa honour eku sista..
am practising the lingo
for i know, sisy like twins
where is the family honour,
ya familia cece.. you will be back
like twins..ya familia honor
cece the one true love..familia..
for my sista love will always be there..
And honor for am full of it..cece
lewis nyaga
I trace my existence back to
Iye mwen N’ogie (My great Mother).
You see when I was but a foetus
In a womb of the *****sapien whom I will
Later call my mother.
I lay brooding, developing and
Metamorphosing in structures just as the
Creator had designed it.
Though she knew me not
She loved me with every fibre of her beign,
She protected and nourished me,
I felt her love in many ways I can not now expound.
Her very heart beat made sweet rythmical
Music with mine,in syncronyms and
Symphonies that I would love to hear again.
And when I came into this world of
Tragedy,turmoil and poverty,
She raised me as a child with prodigy,
Even when my voice was naive to this
New world I was yet to know,
Her love for her child sprung out
The very first word from my soul,
MAMA, I had said sub consciously.
In return she cuddled me and called me
Her own TATA,everything I had
She got me, including my very first BATA,
L’are ovbimwen,ohanvben gbue ah?
( Come my dear child,are you hungry)
She would ask me.
Even when there was nothing left.
She had sold off all her belongings
Until I was all she had left,
She provided all my needs, so I won’t
Go into theft, even before papa left …
She is my love,my friend,my all,
My alarm clock, she slept late and woke up
Early to go ‘look for what I’d eat’.
Iye n’ ma gio ohanvben gb’ Omo.
(The mother who never let her child starve)
If they were times I made her cry,
Now I regret it.
But her love for her child is unending.
The type of love God shewed the Israeli people …
As time pass, we had a certain visitor,
One,who humans never welcome in their
Dwelling place.
He came and changed
Every thing like a deadly hurricane …
Iye had no strength left in her to fight him off…
So she gave up the struggle,it was her time.
As she closed her eyes in death.
I could hear her voice saying,
‘Ovbimwen e ghi vie m’ha miegbe’.
(My child do not cry,we shall meet again).
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B Praize
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Pa Shakespeare (GHOPS)
Happy Birthday Prayze ?? ??
Why do we fight,
just cause we don't agree?
Seems like we have enough to
waste of time and energy.
They made Shylock antagonist
but really he was more right than he was Jew
for we all have the same eyes to view,
the same organs, senses and affections too.
We're similar in so many ways,
yet we obsess over our differences for days.
We discriminate against those others-
the disabled the destitute and the gays .
A black man, George Floyd was killed
over a 20 dollar bill
and once Jamsetji Tata could not enter an inn
because of the colour of his skin .
They didn't like the trans woman's voice,
the black man's hair they despised.
The villagers believed they were so much different from them
that they fought them and condemned
right under the eyes of their beloved Totem
whose chants they knew all so well
"Love thy neighbour" at the church they'd tell
yet they wouldn't accept a foreign immigrant
and people even slightly different.
"She's black and fat and ugly",
they said like beauty's not subjective.
She was only nine then and
of her body she was never again acceptive.
Her mother told her she's lovely
but nothing no one said could help
the words of those few
had imprinted on her like a tattoo.
In a little village far away,
gossip travelled fast.
Small or big
no secret would last .
The village found out he
married a muslim girl.
They beat him with stones and sticks,
they were done with his foolish tricks.
Returning back from a temple
a woman said about another couple
"they're inter caste, their marriage won't last "
over the poor couple a jinx had been cast.
The villagers cast jinx on the "jinxed castes"
the villagers wouldn't touch their hands
or visit their lands.
These castes were deemed untouchable.
We're more similar than we think,
More like each other than we believe.
We emphasise too much on our differences
instead, our similarities we should see.
A world where Hindus and Muslims don't fight.
One world where all the races unite.
A place where brotherhood beats bigotry
is the world as I'd like it to be.
Can you listen up to my heart beat
Or is it the beats from that beat?
It's the radio,
Then it goes on gently
Yes, like a long thin snake
Where uuh, where huu!
Could be... couldn' t be
Could be my heart is beating like the radio,
Snake! Beat into bits,
Where huu o, where huuo,
I can float easily or deep in underwater
Like gold fish of the pacific,
Just like Titanic
It surges and lush gently,
Can i go and speed in a car
And feel the beat carry me higher?
Not me if i were you, not me
Should i...should n't i ?
Whether i am sleeping or playing
Work and awake,
Not me if i were you, not me
If i fall down i will stand up myself,
Just as if i am drunk with the beat
And dance like the Go go hit,
Go steady and slow so gently,
I have seen the bride dance perfidiously,
Take care buddy, take care
Have i...have n't i ?
No one is called we have come
Herself! Mixed and missed,
Take care buddy, take care
It dwindle...it dwindle and it dwindle,
Something or some one is sounding so blissfully,
It is sonic groovy,
And is off the wall hit
And it bade encore
All through the evening,
O! Michael, Michael's legendary is like Michaelangelo,
Singing and dancing all through like a yoyo,
It's that beat of bit of a change of face
Could made you lose your grace,
You have painted the face with colourful-colours,
Exposed to the brush and erase that smear on the nose,
You adjusted the thrilling lips off the *****,
And the eyes have they tune up to lustful glare,
The cheek o! so Da Vinci's Mona Lisa, that! cheeks
You were infamously infuriating,
So provocatively humanly bad
You were endearing to the last,
In toto, you were a king of the whirlwind,
In tete, you were the prince of applause,
And tata, you were the sire of controversy,
You were... the messiah of all possibility,
You were... the song personify,
The melody in the throat of a trumpeter,
And the soulful largo largesse of a crooner,
It dwindle...it dwindle...it dwindle...
Then sefini
Tata.
Know
something you don't know.
If you hear about Nyamuhunda Namusabwa
Who was married to Muhaila
Kahumbuluka
one of the princesses of Bavila
in the nineteenth century,
Sister of Prince Luhongeka Ngengethe Musabwa
and Lutambwe Kibaya Nyangamba Musabwa
you may ask
why did princess Namusabwa call her son,
"Baruti Musabwa Nalibwine?"
Who was Musabwa?
In 1956, when Kahumbuluka junior
Called his first son "Baruti Musabwa"
Some people were surprised
hearing that name again,
Because they wanted to erase it.
Calling the name "Musabwa" it was
disturbing the peace of many opponents
who were behind the murder of family members
of the late supreme king of Bavila
Musabwa Kamango.
Now
you know
who Musabwa was,
you understand why some roads
in southern Kivu are named
under "Musabwa"
You won't be surprised
to see some museums ,
Universities,
Stadiums
and monuments
under the name of celebratiled
bavila King "Musabwa Kamango."
If you hear the news about master prophet
Alfonso II Warally Ngengethe Musabwa Chris
Who prophesied more than a thousand
and prophecies more than five hundred fulfilled.
Don't be surprised
Yes...
At the beginning of the twentieth century
one of his great grandfathers died,
Fire came out of his grave
Many people were surprised.
This royal family was chosen
by Tata Leza to rule people.
Don't be surprised
Yes... In September 1960,
When one of his ancestors died,
There was an earthquake in Uvila
Which confused many folks.
There are some powers and authories
that are in some members
of this royal house.
Don't be surprised
Yes... In the nineteenth century
one of his ancestors was killed
Many strange things were heard in Uvila
which confused many colonists.
Don't be surprised
Yes... One of his ancestors
"Musabwa Ngengethe Mundi"
he prophecied and many of his
prophecies happened.
Don't be surprised
many miracles continue to happen
in the family of King Musabwa Kamango
as Yahweh God is with them.
Part Two
shrinking you again within our ruwai
though always fearing, always cringeing at the thought
of the day
when his brothers would come in numbers
bearing fire-spitting engines
over the sodden earth
in search of you
« My people… my PEOPLE…
Will avenge this dastardly deed…
This foul and bloody deed ! »
I have not slept these past years
And Anjang heaves murmuring in a strange tongue
I cannot understand
« But then, do not forget you murdered too
for someone else’s cause
down from 5th Corps at Lasah !»
« Remember what you wrote your parents :
‘Now if I become a Temiar
by marriage
there would be no barriers.
I would be party then to their most intimate secrets.
TOHAT NA MED: SAKA SENOI SELAMAT !’ »
NOTES
Patrick Noone, a British anthropologist, discovered the Ple-Temiar tribe living isolated in the jungle highlands in the State of Perak on the west coast of the Malayan peninsula in the early nineteen-thirties. The tribe was so cut away from civilization that the notion of crime did not exist in their society. The shaman leader of the tribe welcomed « Pat » and gave him his sixteen-year old daughter Anjang in mariage. She was betrothed to Uda, a young Temiar. Unable to bear the separation, Uda murdered Pat - the very first crime in their history. This poem – one of the cantos – commemorates this event.
Glossary of Ple-Temiar terms
ruwai : group protective soul of the Temiar community.
gunig : the guiding soul of the Temiar shaman which often takes the shape of a tiger.
buloh seworr : (Malay) the best of the blow-pipe bamboo to be found on the slopes of the high mountains in Ulu Perak.
Tohat na med : saka senoi selamat ! : Our Master is well : the Senoi country is safe !
saka : each Temiar community’s agricultural domain.
halak : shaman
rokap : a tree whose branches are especially tough.
ladang : the land on which shifting cultivation is practised.
chinchem : the Temiar shaman’s dance learnt in a dream from his gunig (cf.).
© T. Wignesan, 1977 (from the collection: tell them i'm gone, 1983)
We were black and beautiful
But now we black and blank
They came all the way from the west
To our precious land AFRICA
Look now we are the worse
.
We were black and rich
We had everything we needed
Skills, knowledge and wealth
They spent years in the sea
Coming to see us in our land
Yes! coming to steal from us ,
What was ours!
.
We needed them not in our land
We needed them not in our lives
We had never invited them
We had everything we needed
They had nothing when they arrived
But now they have everything
It is us who have nothing
.
Yes, everything they have is everything we us to have
By instilling fear to our minds and hearts
They made us to bow to them
They made us to believe their lies
With what they call civilization ,
They made us abandoned what was ours
They made us to forget what define us, our identity
“bangamasela” , that how I define them.
They stole from us
They are still stealing from us
Look, they take our gold everyday
And when they return it
They sell it to us in thousands
Selling to us what is ours
.
When we were black and proud of it,
Everything was well
The moment we lost pride in being ourselves
That was the moment we lost everything
With the so called education, they stole our minds
They made us think we were inferior
They made us to hate what was ours
They made us to dislike ourselves
.
Yes, we were black and proud
We were black and beautiful
We were black and rich
And everything was harmonious in AFRICA
Like Mugabe , let rise up ma-Africa amahle
Let fight for what belong to us !
Let us reclaim our pride
Like Thabo Mbeki, asisho singesabi …..we are Africans
Njengo tata uMadiba asiyilwe singaphethe zikhali
Now that we have freedom, let fight for liberation
For freedom is not liberation
And freedom is half of what we wanted .
Freedom has limits
But liberation will free us with no limits
We are blacks and we are in Africa
Our Africa
So we wants no limits
18 July 1918
Mnvezo you gave birth
A birth to a son of Chief Henry
Mandela
In the land of the Bathembu
Tribe
You nourished your son with
great breasts
The breasts the never dried
out of milk
Fort hare and Wits university
The cleavage so huge,he did
not feel the distance
Both breast he could reach for
feeding his mind with wisdom
Rholihlahla the trouble make
As you were known back then
The trouble you started 1944
when-
When pulling the branches of
ANC
Leading them out of apartheid
era rather than to fire.
Fighting against whites
domination
Fighting against black
domination
You had a dream
A dream to see whites and
Blacks community living in
harmony
1964 to 1982 just before I
was born
Robin Island was you second
home
They predicted you will perish
there
Forgetting the meaning behind
your name
Rholihlahla! The trouble make
Just like a snare,11 feb 1990
befell them
The whole world felt the pains
as of pang pains
Indeed there were pang pains
preceding his resurrection
The Birth of first Black South
African president
The birth of new South Africa
A rainbow nations
The birth of international
Mandela day
Today people world wide
portray what you've fought for
Humanity, Harmony, Freedom
and peace
Mimicking your humanity, they
give willingly to the needy
27 years you reduced it to 67
minutes to benefit the less
fortunate
Under you wings we felt
secure
We never thought the one day
One day you cease living
6 Dec 2013 when the sun set
It set with the sad news
Tata is no more
15 December 2013
The chapter of great man closed
Qunu accepted his remians with joy
Son of the soil has returned to it with pride
Your Journey does not end
here
You left the world talking
Seeking ways to revive your
believes
They are concerned about
reviving you ideas
If they follow closely your
footsteps
They will find the way
R.I.P Tata
A raging bull
Trapped in a cell
Counting the years
To the end of his fears
Robben Island
Dealt us a thieving hand
That stole our Tata
And left us in tatters
But between mountains
Grew the heart of a lion
Between the largest boulders
His pride became bolder
His peak beaconed
Our highest aspirations
Firmly rooted to his valley
A sage of strong family values
Between his strong arms
Bursting at the seems...
From the Atlantic your Manelo Bridge
Ensured we were never out of reach
It now spreads across the city skyline
Like a rainbow after the rain
It bridges our past and future
A lasting tribute – a prominent feature
In remembrance and celebration of Mandela Day - on 18 July, 2015
Please devote 67 minutes of your time to a charitable or worthy coarse
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We Miss you Manelo - Chicco Twala (1989)
Back in the dark days of apartheid in South Africa, censors were ready to ban books, songs and people. In the 1980s, one of the most popular South African musicians was Sello "Chicco" Twala who is still a stalwart in the South African music industry today. In 1989, he released a pop tune called "We miss you Manelo" that was accompanied by a seemingly innocuous video that tells the story of a teenage girl Manelo. Poor Manelo gets herself knocked-up and eventually runs away from her very angry parents. Later in the song, Manelo's parents reflect on their move and are distraught over her continual absence. Hence the song's refrain is "We miss you Manelo, where are you??
If you listen to the song carefully, you will understand the genius of Chicco and other artists of the time. Here are some of the lyrics:
"It's been a long time, Manelo where are you?
We are missing you, Manelo Where are you?
Come back, come back home!"
Ta pime yaah ta pime yaah bam
Rata tata rata tata bam
Ta pime yaah ta pimi yaah bam
Tears drip from the face of the weeping drum.
The drum the drum the drum
Screaming and shouting
Crackling and rackling
Dispelling a mighty woeful sound.
Ica mama ica mama rata tata rata tata bam.
Thousand of them pouring in the street
Following the sorrowful and painful drum beat
amba picka amba picka amaba pika bam
Girt up your waist and run
Ban your belly and come
Weeping and wailing flooding the street
Mournful singers and dancers entertaining in grief
While traditional women light thousand of candles
To feed the souls and expel the dark forces of the devil.
Ah namba ramba tata ramba tata bam
Emotions run high, increasing tension in the sky
Filling hearts with burden too heavy to bear
Causing them to rent their garment in despair.
lingo bam bam lingo bam
bam lingo bam bam lingo bam
The sound grew louder and louder
Waking everyone out of their agonizing slumber
And forcing them to congregate in village, cities and towns.
They beat the drums all night, and marched around the city wall
Blowing horns, chanting despondent words that it might fall.
Beat the drum brother man
Round up the youths to join the band
Sound the drum a little louder
March into the devils territory
And trample Lucifer under your feet.
Beat the drum brother man
Beat the drum and sing a victory song
Ta pime yaah ta pime yaah bam
Rata tata rata tata bam
Beat the drums brother man
Beat the drum for Mr. Steve and drag him into the circle
Ica mama ica, mama rata tata rata tata bam.
Expel the tormenting spirit of that relentless destructive devil.
Rata tata rata tata bam.
©2014 Christine Phillips