Vitamins On My Face
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When the Moon is Nearer
Wind-driven land cries
on lunar prints of a quiet night
say I must return to my roots.
To which roots do I return
when your landscape
is foreign flora?
The sun is older
and the moon is nearer
but the trader’s ways
are gentle nowadays;
his handshakes could catch
a whale if they were bait-
He flies luggage and your baggage
and the new slave
at a wink of a wave.
That’s why your blood
Is driven by rhythm and doubt
on sub-Saharan desert lands;
the only battlegrounds
You can see from the moon.
-Solly-Case Nkadimang
Poems include Eyes on the face of change; Joe Morolong: ILO-tonic canals; John Taolo Gaetsewe; and The Lioness of Tlapeng: Dr. Ruth Segomotsi Mompati.
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Vitamins On My Face - Solomon Nkadimang
Dedication
This book is dedicated to Rre Bushy Maape, one of the greatest progressive thinkers of our time, and other volunteers who nurtured the seeds of liberation planted by Kgosi Galeshewe, Kgosi Luka Jantjie, Kgosi Toto, John Taolo Gaetsewe, Dr. Ruth Mompati and Joe Morolong in the desert patch of Kgalagadi.
My gratitude goes to the John Taolo Gaetsewe Developmental Trust for their continued support towards all initiatives that honour the memory of our s/heroes.
Table of Contents
Dedication
1. My Forehead
2. Fugitive Words
3. Memory loss in the skies
4. Khoe and San Flutes
5. Afro-amnesia
6. Alien Weeds
7. River of memories
8. When the moon is nearer
9. The Equator of our Verse:
Unsung heroes
10. The Crossing:
To bleed or return
11. Seasons of Exile:
Morogoro
12. Dr. Nelson Mandela:
Synonyms anonymous
13. Joe Morolong:
Eyes on the face of change
14. The Lioness of Tlapeng:
Dr. Ruth Segomotsi Mompati
15. John Taolo Gaetsewe:
ILO-tonic canals
16. Tshekiso Funga Nkadimang:
Gentle boots
17. Kgosi Daniel Nkadimang:
The volume of injustice
18. The Forgotten Artwork
19. No Plant of Fun
20. Dennis Mpale:
Your bills
21. Beki Mseleku:
Dancing fingers
22. Lesedi High:
A fireplace of our own
23. Nerves in chains
24. Trains and winds
25. Abigail in Africa
26. Mothers and migrants
27. Vitamins on My Face
28. Diola-melora
29. Braids and Eyes
30. Tear Drops on Sand Dunes
About the Author
01
My Forehead
This foreword is the forehead of my body of works.
I pen a sense of wrong in places
where cockroaches starve, I cry in assonance
when mothers raise generations alone
and children weep with the babies
they raise.
In story-telling verse I recall mineworkers
who cough money back to capital in tuberculosis blues,
silicosis and asbestosis in the dust of endless elegies.
If my writings were paintings, I would dip my brush
in palettes of modern slaves who wear smiles,
women who kiss reality with swollen lips and brush
their children with scars. Society is missing in action,
I write about what I miss.
My words carry the mood of
child soldiers trimming elephant grass
in Sub-Sahara and the ghetto child who misses
all trains, busses and cabs.
My ink is from a hidden place
of our public pain; for economies of equal eyes,
I write. There is a lot to save and a lot to lose,
my poems walk in my shoes but their toes
burn on the road, hence they choose to live in books.
My poems are emotions that drift like spores
on sub-Saharan nightfall, they are memories
on a paper that died as a tree for my words
to find no rest on a branch before they fly.
My poems are simple emotions that deserve
no sudden death. They are like curlews hoping to fly
when their wings can tell how far.
They drift over sweat-drenched fields of corn
and muffled