Poem 21/30: Mzansi (South Africa) (really looking forward to editing this one :) ) Its always in the small things The detail that conceals itself, waiting to be rediscovered With you, it is the blueprint Its the rhythm that your affluent culture resonates patterns into the weaving of your social fabric It is the Kwaito music The Kwasa-Kwasa The beat Bongo Maffin added spice to because only you would understand the goodness thereafter It is the neighbour Brenda Fassie was addressing when her son had his wedding The lover Ringo serenaded when he sang Sondela The train Bra Hugh Masekela strained his vocal chords to So that we can always remember It is your four-rooms ekasi The slang that slides off the tongue of your ghettos It is your working middle-class who break their backs so their children will start building their castles from the top Mzansi, Your beauty is in the mountains and the hills that roll over with green It is your colourful beads All your eleven languages your arms encapsulate It is in the way you accommodate Your beauty is found in the San and the Hottentot The clay the Xhosa boys envelope their bodies in when they become men It is the slaughtering of the goat when the Zulu maiden has taken care of herself long enough The blanket the SiSotho men drape over their backs in order to preserve warmth The silver and gold of the Ndebele women whose necks support the heads of homes...
Posted on: Tue, 22 Apr 2014 04:33:52 +0000
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