The aero droans above vacant sky
Clouds have ran away from pretoria
Yet another plane comes from johannesburg
With one man a driver nothing else
It rained yesterday
Taxis collided again killing passengers
Funerals and cakes this weekend
Forget the fake news
We die in life and we live again
Forget tv people they wear fake dreams.
Mandla Mlotshwa
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May 5, 2010 at 12:30 pm |
African Art
My friend tell me
They forced him to do african art
African art he says .
But these are wars in art studios
But what do they know of African art….
Of Africa and Art?
Europeans
In Africa
Their eyes in england
Their heads everwhere but the land
They stand on.
Few of them have come back.. only few
Yet those who wander still demand Africa in
our art.
Mandla Mlotshwa
May 5, 2010 at 12:43 pm |
Aids has killed love
In a taxi
I sat next to woman
Our legs touched
So did our breathing
and thoughts
No words
I remember when I became a man
I was with boys and
I chased a woman in Madadeni.
The township was new’ brand new from Apartheid minds.
A house here a house there
Long grass, snakes and tsotsis* in between
but we walked with words
Of love.
So it was silence for this woman and me
Only the taxi screamed along the black road
The driver demanding a fee
Us, silent
But only our new love
In breath, thought and thighs in jeans.
It felt, there was no distance still.
May 5, 2010 at 12:56 pm |
I came across a journalist
I came across a journalist
I came adros a south african journalist this morning
I came across a journalist
He wrote about south africa soccer team
He called them bafana bafana-the boys boys
I came across a black journalist
He wrote about south africa soccer team
He called them bafana bafana -boys boys
Boys boys scored two to not last night
The journalist shouted in his paper
Then he added
Boys boys fail again
But the journalist is black
So are most boys boys
I guesse amerika calls this:
Black n black violence
I guesse america calls this:
Black on black violence
Mandla Mlotshwa