Nxae
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Silence is words bravely stilling themselves
Struggling to listen to the silent wisdom of the cosmos
Silence is eloquence pacing the corridors of the mind in serene steps
Pitched to the dizzying heights unreachable by words
Silence is universe in intimate conversation with itself
Celebrating silence with song and song with silence
As we serve song in sound, but digest it in silence
Unhappily hopping from branch to branch of a mimosa tree
Tlhantlhagane the bird saw his death ciphered in the hostile, unpitying clouds
Scudding the blackened heights in lightning combat manoeuvres
From nowhere, the frogs happily raise the mightiest croaky chorus
Singing praises to the deadly storm that conquered the feathered martyr
The universe weeps and smiles at once with misery and ecstasy
When will humanity learn to suffer and to rejoice in one heartbeat?
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Nxae - Letlapa Mphahlele
Dedication
TO DUKWE REFUGEE CAMP (IN BOTSWANA)
Exiled, we watched the indifferent world through your lush green canopy, bombarding us with words of hollow solidarity. We decimated your bush, nibbling at it branch by branch ’til we stripped you naked like a discarded needle. Sleeping through the mosquito-buzzing nights, waking up tired and routinely refuelling the flesh as we fearfully searched the skies for the birds of steel that fortunately never came. At the crossroads of history, we witnessed the African dream flowering and watched it wilting away into a nightmare. We foolishly wished we were the last wave of refugees with which humankind had to be burdened. Promise me, Dukwe, that you’ll tell no one the secret I’m about to break. Back home, far away from the jungle that was once my home, I’m still exiled from the feast harvested from the fertile fields bequeathed from my forebears. Whisper to no one this ugly secret.
1
Forgive Me, Wendy
For misreading your love’s signposts
The voice of the heart is hard to hear
Sometimes.
Love’s ways are stony and potholed
Always, it seems
Pairing up in bliss and despairing when we miss our expectations
Why little lovers have great expectations?
Great lovers harbour no expectations
Was love born to be unconditional?
Before the harsh bread conditions changed love’s direction
Can we still call it love?
That which changes course when it rains manna no more?
In the sunlight and in the storm
Lovers hold each other tightly
All-weather love is what I should give you
Without expecting the return
I’ve given so little time to this love
With expectations of rage from you
Expectations heatedly fulfilled
I’ve given so much time to other things
And the little lover in me expects you to understand
Expectations are the enemy of love
Unmet expectations lead to the withdrawal of all gemstones
From love’s treasure chest
Love is a school and lovers are continuous learners
We keep discovering the other’s other side
As they discover our other side
We come to know ourselves better with the help of others
The little lover in me
Bending under the load of expectations
Biological expectations expectant with happiness
Will your round expectations fit my square expectations?
How will my high expectations match your no expectations?
The road of love is new every sunrise
New in its headaches and joys
New in its serene breezes and barrelling hurricanes
New in its tests and failing
New in its giving and withholding and forgiving
New in its wars and ceasefires and truces and peace treaties
New in its heroic outbursts and cowardly quietude
Whereas wars are fought by warriors volunteered and conscripted
In love, there’s no conscription
Voluntarily, we walk the lane of love
Whereas in war we fight the enemy without
In love, we fight the enemy within
We tussle with the jealousy within, the unidentified demons within
Whereas in war we’re decorated by nations, honoured by states
In romantic love, we’re decorated by a single individual
Away from the elegant parade square
Am I worthy of decorations?
Say it honestly, MaDlomo
Am I?
The little lover in me is expecting garlands of flowers
And when they fail to come in my large estimates
I’ll learn expectations are the enemy of love
In this college called love
We learn, always learn to learn and to unlearn
Forgive me, my love
For being a poor learner with flying colours expectations.
2
Forgive Me, Bra Don Mattera
For thinking I’m great in the company of your greatness
Don’t we all think we’re giants through osmosis?
The ordinary king who asked for wisdom
Among the ordinary, he sounded wise
Better be ordinary among the wise like Bra Zinga
Where skyward growth is guaranteed
I have seen your firm strides
And watched your faltering moves on the chessboard of life
Where you’re no winner until you capture your opponent’s king
Azania! Oh Azania!
The king of our struggle is in the captivity of the insatiable
With tired pens and soft voices, we whimper for rescue
The king must be set free from the clutches of the rude pawns
This world is so cruel like the game of chess
The not-so-innocent pawns are sacrificed and captured
In their aggressive push to capture the king the other side of the battle line
What are you, Bra Zinga?
Are you an attacking pawn or a captured king?
The day Azania becomes Azania and not just a silly signpost
And the morning the sun shines on a smiling Africa
Ntate Mattera will join the firmament of galactic honour
As the king of the liberated and liberating word.
3
Forgive Me, Mama Sobukwe
For not attending your funeral
Lateness is no reason; it’s just an excuse
Which elders have no time to listen to
Hundreds of miles from your burial site
The Highveld wind is stroking trees into a lamentation hymn
I can hear the elements eulogising you
Even when god died
Some