young basadzi - poetry hijacking
they stole his shoes and his poetry,
and left a flimsy wallet.
his brain tapped, sapped of the syrup
that once sweetened this walking...
his poetry hijacked,
he was forced to see the streets soulless,
his steps don't rhyme with the rhythms of this city...
they stole his shoes and his poetry...
written by a Kenyan friend, Julia.
Inspired by an true incident where after a poetry session, a fellow member was held at knife-point near the taxi-rank in town. They demanded and robbed him of his shoes and when they discovered that his wallet was empty, they then snatched his bag which must have had over 100 poetry pieces. This has not however, stopped him from writing - and he still faithfully comes to our sessions every Thursday and fiercely writes his world.
We then came about this notion - what if the criminals out there are not interested in your wallet, and they just want your poetry...? beware - qaphela!
and left a flimsy wallet.
his brain tapped, sapped of the syrup
that once sweetened this walking...
his poetry hijacked,
he was forced to see the streets soulless,
his steps don't rhyme with the rhythms of this city...
they stole his shoes and his poetry...
written by a Kenyan friend, Julia.
Inspired by an true incident where after a poetry session, a fellow member was held at knife-point near the taxi-rank in town. They demanded and robbed him of his shoes and when they discovered that his wallet was empty, they then snatched his bag which must have had over 100 poetry pieces. This has not however, stopped him from writing - and he still faithfully comes to our sessions every Thursday and fiercely writes his world.
We then came about this notion - what if the criminals out there are not interested in your wallet, and they just want your poetry...? beware - qaphela!
posted by Rose Mokhosi at
2:39 PM
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