Staffrider Vol.5 No.2 1982 - DISA
Staffrider Vol.5 No.2 1982 - DISA
Staffrider Vol.5 No.2 1982 - DISA
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POETRY<br />
JOSEPH MOLADIRA<br />
BLACK AS I AM<br />
Black as ebony; Black as soot,<br />
Black as the darkness of a thoughtless brain,<br />
As the starless midnight with a cloud-shaded moon,<br />
As the gloomy cloud of a thunderous rainfall,<br />
I keep my faith to increase my hope.<br />
I wield my weapon like a mighty warrior<br />
That paves his way out of grief and hatred<br />
Armed to the palm of an empty hand;<br />
Angered to the bitterness of a fiery tongue.<br />
Black as the garment of a bereaved widow;<br />
As the pupil of my own eye,<br />
That sees sorrow without a watch;<br />
As the despair of a convict,<br />
That lies condemned in the death cell;<br />
I drop my tears in lament,<br />
In solitude; at prayer;<br />
In the meditation of a wounded bull,<br />
When life and death are nothing else<br />
But equidistant destinies from me.<br />
Black as my own blood;<br />
Like the sweat of a forefather in times of slavery<br />
Like an opaque barrier that bars me from prosperity<br />
Like fears at night confined in a haunted house<br />
I hit my chest thrice with pride,<br />
As I stand at the fore<br />
Of the scattered fragments of nations.<br />
I am the survivor without doubt.<br />
I am the conqueror of a paralyzed foe.<br />
This land which lacks justice<br />
Is the pavillion of my rest.<br />
Here, a deed shall be done.<br />
THE ANSWER<br />
Not in the sky<br />
where birds flap their wings in ecstasy,<br />
singing the sweet melody of their taste of life.<br />
Not in the sea<br />
where the carapace of the fish desalts the mighty waters.<br />
Not in dreams<br />
where ancestors vigilantly hold their reign<br />
But in the thought of a brain,<br />
the nourishment of flesh and soul;<br />
the seed of heroism and victory;<br />
lies the answer.<br />
Not beyond the horizon<br />
where the sky falls into eternity;<br />
Not on the escarpment<br />
where rainwater flows back to the sea;<br />
Not at the sea-level<br />
where water and air constantly meet;<br />
But in the mind<br />
the palace of conquest and existence;<br />
the very reservoir of might and will;<br />
lies the answer.<br />
Not in the shed blood of a sacrificial lamb<br />
drunk by the dark soil at the last bleat;<br />
Not in prison cells<br />
where men buzz off their thought of manhood;<br />
Not in the grave<br />
where ghosts and night creatures refuse to rest<br />
as maggots feed on flesh to clean the bone;<br />
But in the tintinabulations of the heart<br />
as the fresh gush of blood sends away<br />
ripples of hope for peace throughout the veins.<br />
There the answer is buried.<br />
EVICTION<br />
Soon to take place,<br />
Seven days' notice!<br />
Reasons are crystal clear:<br />
Rent arrears;<br />
Lack of qualifications for house ownership;<br />
For full citizenship,<br />
Or the right to exist on my heritage.<br />
Dogs have kennels; Cows have kraals;<br />
Pigs have sties; Horses have stables.<br />
Where shall my brothers dwell?<br />
Wherein shall our children live?<br />
They shall take to the forest<br />
And smell on the track of savage beasts.<br />
They shall saunter across the trackless desert<br />
Where drought and thirst prevail.<br />
Who told them not to seek shelter<br />
Where their fathers' hands built?<br />
Tell the mother bird<br />
not to lay eggs on her dexterously woven nest.<br />
Who demands payment for the water they drink?<br />
Go! Tell the mother duck<br />
not to swim on nature's free fountain.<br />
We do not want to exist but to live.<br />
Impatient hosts of unbearable parasites:<br />
Lice shall drink our fresh blood;<br />
Dogs shall lick the sweat off our brows;<br />
Bats shall hang on our hairs<br />
Worms shall wait for our bodies to rot . . .<br />
Ho! We do not want to exist but to live!<br />
Forlorn mercy; merciless hearts;<br />
Heartless inhumanity; inhuman brutality;<br />
What nature is this, our life?<br />
No one heard the widow's lament.<br />
No one cared for the children's cry,<br />
When a policeman armed to the teeth,<br />
Armed with a baton, hauling a gun,<br />
Telling the message, doing justice:<br />
Eviction soon to take place,<br />
Seven days' notice.<br />
STAFFRIDER, VOL. 5 NO. 2, <strong>1982</strong> 19