BY LINEO “SHE-HIM” NTSOHI
The following poem was published under the Poets Paradise column in a free Lesotho Weekly tabloid; Weekly Mail newspaper. Poets Paradise publishes poems weekly under the coordinating eye of Sechaba Keketsi aka Lyrical Bacteria. http://sechabalb.wordpress.com
The oblivion of a mentality demonstrating diplomacy
As her shield what is to be classified?
Day time angel and night time community
Sexual satisfaction instrument,
Pure, Conservative and submissive as she move
With an upright posture and straight back,
If she had another choice she would actually
Seize it, there`s nothing she would love more
Than breaking out of the sordid, liquor fragranced
Cocoon that life tossed her into
To shut her ears away from the piggy gasps
And breathes attained from ghastly and clumsy
Thrusts of her big bellied filthy
Rich and in fact dirty clients
As most referred to them
She would occupy her mind with thoughts
Of how she wished that scuffing floors would
Make an adequate amount of money to
Feed and clothe her siblings
Nevertheless always managed to suppress the actuality
That she was compromising herself for their wellbeing
"In this agony stay emotionless, you ought to bear this" she would say.
The front was actually who she is
©Lineo Nt’sohi
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02 April 2011
08 December 2010
AfroConscious
Title: AfroConscious
Author(s): Multiple authors across Africa
Genre: Poetry/Articles
Pages: 42
Publisher: Self published
Year of Publication: 2010
ISBN: 9780 626 49084
AfroConscious
U WRITE WHAT U LIKE
A compilation of contemporary Poetry Fiction Non-Fiction Reviews Features Art from across the African landscape
South Africa Mozambique Ghana Nigeria
CONTENTS
The rebirth of Kweku Ananse - Kofi Anane Kyeremeh
To her - Fadil Ishak Dapilaa
Filial love - Luzuko Gongxeka
Trapped Gagged Tongue tied - Zinzi Voyiya
Throw It Away - Kofi Anane Kyeremeh
Lest we forget - Vuyokazi S. Yonke
Christianity - Fezekile Futhwa
am i just another? - Emmanuel Ekosse
She is you -- Tsepo Gumbi
The court jester - Xolile Sizephe
Father Figures - Siya Ayanda Mbuyazi
Imagine - Olawale Adineran
Rationalizing with I - Sibongisiwe Sibeko
Sunday Confessions - Ouma Mokwana
Memory, be silent -- Danny Hanson
One Peace - Tshepo Tshabalala
Ke mo bonetse - Mpho Matsitle
Mental circumcision - Sechaba Keketsi
Features:
Sparkling women - Vuyokazi S. Yonke
Consciousness - Karabo Mkhabela
Book review and interview:
Waking Up Dead (Roger Smith) - Tshepo Tshabalala
Illustrator - Ivan Muhambe
Compiler - Vuyokazi S Yonke
Everyone has a story. Here is the platform to share yours in your own words. Write what U like!
The publication is available from Vuyokazi in Cape Town and around Johannesburg on the 16-21st December 2010.
Order by email: uwritewhatulike@gmail.com
R30 cash. R40 incl. postage
You have heard all the hype through the Facebook group: Afrikan Poets and Writers, now its time YOU believed the hype- The Book IS out!
Formerly known as U WRITE WHAT U LIKE, has now been christened as AfroConscious, you can own the first issue- it is a must have collection from youth all across the landscape of Africa!
The reason for the name change?
I was telling Ms Lunika from the National Library about this project and I mentioned the name U write what U like, and she said: "Couldn't you be more original?"
Then the name AfroConscious just materialised and I've gone for it.
I hope you enjoy this African feast of words!
The illustration on the front and back cover appear courtesy of Ivan Muhambe (Mozambique)
Author(s): Multiple authors across Africa
Genre: Poetry/Articles
Pages: 42
Publisher: Self published
Year of Publication: 2010
ISBN: 9780 626 49084
AfroConscious
U WRITE WHAT U LIKE
A compilation of contemporary Poetry Fiction Non-Fiction Reviews Features Art from across the African landscape
South Africa Mozambique Ghana Nigeria
CONTENTS
The rebirth of Kweku Ananse - Kofi Anane Kyeremeh
To her - Fadil Ishak Dapilaa
Filial love - Luzuko Gongxeka
Trapped Gagged Tongue tied - Zinzi Voyiya
Throw It Away - Kofi Anane Kyeremeh
Lest we forget - Vuyokazi S. Yonke
Christianity - Fezekile Futhwa
am i just another? - Emmanuel Ekosse
She is you -- Tsepo Gumbi
The court jester - Xolile Sizephe
Father Figures - Siya Ayanda Mbuyazi
Imagine - Olawale Adineran
Rationalizing with I - Sibongisiwe Sibeko
Sunday Confessions - Ouma Mokwana
Memory, be silent -- Danny Hanson
One Peace - Tshepo Tshabalala
Ke mo bonetse - Mpho Matsitle
Mental circumcision - Sechaba Keketsi
Features:
Sparkling women - Vuyokazi S. Yonke
Consciousness - Karabo Mkhabela
Book review and interview:
Waking Up Dead (Roger Smith) - Tshepo Tshabalala
Illustrator - Ivan Muhambe
Compiler - Vuyokazi S Yonke
Everyone has a story. Here is the platform to share yours in your own words. Write what U like!
The publication is available from Vuyokazi in Cape Town and around Johannesburg on the 16-21st December 2010.
Order by email: uwritewhatulike@gmail.com
R30 cash. R40 incl. postage
You have heard all the hype through the Facebook group: Afrikan Poets and Writers, now its time YOU believed the hype- The Book IS out!
Formerly known as U WRITE WHAT U LIKE, has now been christened as AfroConscious, you can own the first issue- it is a must have collection from youth all across the landscape of Africa!
The reason for the name change?
I was telling Ms Lunika from the National Library about this project and I mentioned the name U write what U like, and she said: "Couldn't you be more original?"
Then the name AfroConscious just materialised and I've gone for it.
I hope you enjoy this African feast of words!
The illustration on the front and back cover appear courtesy of Ivan Muhambe (Mozambique)
12 November 2010
Poets Paradise Male Poets Gender based Violence Project
Hellow fam.This is a first post on this blog about the Lesotho Poetry Sphere.
I am more than delighted to present here part of what Lesotho poets have been doing in castigating against Gender Based violence.Poets Paradise is a Weekly Mail newspaper(free Lesotho weekly) poetry column coordinated by a poet for poets.The following poems are but part of the poems that were published under the column's Gender Based violence project which was only open to male poets.The idea behind allowing only male poets was not to segregate or whatsoever but rather to inspire, trigger male poets to stand up and castigat other males who abuse.
EMOTIONALLY COLD AT THIRTEEN
BY MPOBA “KNOWLEDGE” MONYEKE
Published under Weekly Mail Poets Paradise Male Poets project 2010
The lick of his torture tongue aggravates the pain
Like she has lungs immersed in blood, she coughs Hurts,
exhales the agony through her eyes.
May tries so hard to erect barriers of defense
But only with liquid self-confidence,
then Step-grand father has already jumped the boarders
And invaded the territory of this virgin heart,
His verbal barbed wire strips the flesh
From her self-esteem and breaks her back-bone
Leaving blood oozing from the wounds within
Every night hell breaks loose with ‘the supreme
Demon’ caressing her thighs and breasts,
Reading through ‘her book’ that she once promised
Herself to keep it closed until she reaches twenty one.
Her interior landscapes polluted by fear toxins
She inhales from the monster figure’s atmosphere,
She keeps her mouth absolutely shut.
She has no one to cry to because: her grand mother
Ceased to exist when May was six,
on her Father’s family she is a rejected seed,
And her father died when she was conceived
While her mother passed on during her Birth time.
”I guess life is mean, she said”.
Every day she is dressed in tears with
Nile eroding her facial make up,
Hiding her hurts and fears with a Fake fragile smile,
but analyzing the Situation through her eyes,
even a blind man Could see that deep down she is lost soul.
Abhorrence woven into every fabric of her thoughts,
She is disgusted by every glimpse of him,
and how She hates his hands invading her private faculties!
The lick of his torture tongue aggravates the pain
Like she has her lungs immersed in blood,
she Exudes hurts, and exhales the agony through her eyes!
Being tongue-tied and introvert,
silence murders May’s self-worth crushes it into fine fragments,
She is emotionally cold, and so is the name.
She writes sad episodes of her life, trying to find a healing
For the misery the future is about to unfold,
As the destiny the heavens are about to unfold.
Internally bleeding, turning emotionally cold At the age of thirteen
longing for happiness She once tasted as a child of six.
Survival is tougher than that of the seeds
That fell on concrete streets.
She decides to be bold, and takes the matter to the police,
Guess what she gets from the police officer!
A sense of relief – one would think, not exactly that
But her heart-rending experience is exacerbated,
Like step-grand dad, he too forces himself
On her as to ‘harden the evidence’.
Indeed she was born from the sorry side
She thinks of choosing the grave over life
By committing suicide; because the hand that once Protected her
and nurtured her is the hand that finally Molested her.
On second thoughts, she makes a phone Call to the toll free number: 0800 05 5555,
Lays and presses charges of abuse and rape,
Being the person she is talking to
I totally decide to find her psychiatric treatment,
Lock the monsters up, offer them prison cells
As their lifetime homes ’cause that’s where they belong.
It’s upon ordinary people like you and I to eradicate
This kind of behavior from our lives’ scenes
By saying NO TO CHILD MOLESTATION!
©MPOBA MONYEKE
MPOBA is a member of Poets Alive Crew(PAC)a Lesotho male only poetry group
Lyrical Bacteria
In The Name Of Poetry Be Inspired
In The Name Of The Most High Be Blessed
~~INFINITE WRITING~~
I am more than delighted to present here part of what Lesotho poets have been doing in castigating against Gender Based violence.Poets Paradise is a Weekly Mail newspaper(free Lesotho weekly) poetry column coordinated by a poet for poets.The following poems are but part of the poems that were published under the column's Gender Based violence project which was only open to male poets.The idea behind allowing only male poets was not to segregate or whatsoever but rather to inspire, trigger male poets to stand up and castigat other males who abuse.
EMOTIONALLY COLD AT THIRTEEN
BY MPOBA “KNOWLEDGE” MONYEKE
Published under Weekly Mail Poets Paradise Male Poets project 2010
The lick of his torture tongue aggravates the pain
Like she has lungs immersed in blood, she coughs Hurts,
exhales the agony through her eyes.
May tries so hard to erect barriers of defense
But only with liquid self-confidence,
then Step-grand father has already jumped the boarders
And invaded the territory of this virgin heart,
His verbal barbed wire strips the flesh
From her self-esteem and breaks her back-bone
Leaving blood oozing from the wounds within
Every night hell breaks loose with ‘the supreme
Demon’ caressing her thighs and breasts,
Reading through ‘her book’ that she once promised
Herself to keep it closed until she reaches twenty one.
Her interior landscapes polluted by fear toxins
She inhales from the monster figure’s atmosphere,
She keeps her mouth absolutely shut.
She has no one to cry to because: her grand mother
Ceased to exist when May was six,
on her Father’s family she is a rejected seed,
And her father died when she was conceived
While her mother passed on during her Birth time.
”I guess life is mean, she said”.
Every day she is dressed in tears with
Nile eroding her facial make up,
Hiding her hurts and fears with a Fake fragile smile,
but analyzing the Situation through her eyes,
even a blind man Could see that deep down she is lost soul.
Abhorrence woven into every fabric of her thoughts,
She is disgusted by every glimpse of him,
and how She hates his hands invading her private faculties!
The lick of his torture tongue aggravates the pain
Like she has her lungs immersed in blood,
she Exudes hurts, and exhales the agony through her eyes!
Being tongue-tied and introvert,
silence murders May’s self-worth crushes it into fine fragments,
She is emotionally cold, and so is the name.
She writes sad episodes of her life, trying to find a healing
For the misery the future is about to unfold,
As the destiny the heavens are about to unfold.
Internally bleeding, turning emotionally cold At the age of thirteen
longing for happiness She once tasted as a child of six.
Survival is tougher than that of the seeds
That fell on concrete streets.
She decides to be bold, and takes the matter to the police,
Guess what she gets from the police officer!
A sense of relief – one would think, not exactly that
But her heart-rending experience is exacerbated,
Like step-grand dad, he too forces himself
On her as to ‘harden the evidence’.
Indeed she was born from the sorry side
She thinks of choosing the grave over life
By committing suicide; because the hand that once Protected her
and nurtured her is the hand that finally Molested her.
On second thoughts, she makes a phone Call to the toll free number: 0800 05 5555,
Lays and presses charges of abuse and rape,
Being the person she is talking to
I totally decide to find her psychiatric treatment,
Lock the monsters up, offer them prison cells
As their lifetime homes ’cause that’s where they belong.
It’s upon ordinary people like you and I to eradicate
This kind of behavior from our lives’ scenes
By saying NO TO CHILD MOLESTATION!
©MPOBA MONYEKE
MPOBA is a member of Poets Alive Crew(PAC)a Lesotho male only poetry group
Lyrical Bacteria
In The Name Of Poetry Be Inspired
In The Name Of The Most High Be Blessed
~~INFINITE WRITING~~
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