Lament for Kofifi Macu
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Angifi Dladla
Angifi Dladla is a poet and playwright who writes in both English and Zulu. He is the author of eight plays and a poetry book in Zulu titled Uhambo. For many years he has been a writing teacher and director of Femba Writing Project, publishing school and prison newspapers, and the anthologies Wa lala, Wa sala and Reaching Out: Voices from Groenpunt Maximum-Security Prison. Lament for Kofifi Macu is Angifi Dladla's first collection of poems in English since The Girl Who Then Feared To Sleep (2001).
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Lament for Kofifi Macu - Angifi Dladla
poems
I
REPTILES
Our grannies told us every day
not to build houses with shiny roofs,
when we grow up, when we grow up:
‘A snake, more powerful than man,
will mistake them as its lake.’
But politicians, wiser than grannies,
made oThaka township a target.
Soon sorcerers performed synchronized flying.
Crow-black clouds thickened their twist,
and bowed. Something up there, something –
Inkanyamba dragon, twisted into a rage.
Roof exploded into tangles. Like frozen
gapes of the massacred, walls gaped.
• • •
Our mothers told us every day
not to use the lake as a plaything:
‘A snake, more powerful than man,
is the guardian of those waters.’
One day a willowy woman emerged
from those waters, warned race-boats
skimming around: ‘Stop the noise,
for my children. Play over there!’
Months later boys had forgotten – this
because they were boys, after all.
High up, a huge, corpse-like lizard leapt,
spewed viscid webs and whipped, and wrung
the boats into red specks. We stopped
our ears as we outran our shadows.
• • •
Our fathers told us every day
not to work in the mines of eGoli,
when we grow up, when we grow up:
‘A snake, more powerful than man,
is the guardian of underworld wealth.’
Yet we worked, deep down on the inner-world
border, because we were driven, after all.
As we followed chalk marks, a white rat
with babies, circled our Baasboy, and
squeaked: ‘Not that rock, not that rock!’
We downed tools; but Baasie van Tonder
never reported all this to Makulubaas.
Where we left, a night shift drilled.
One, two, three holes. A rockslide,
a breathing hole – black like the abysmal maw
of a mamba, slurped down torches,
watches, walkie-talkies.
End of mining, beginning of telling.
Pelile skati ga lo mgodi, manje
skati ga lo nyuwan mlando.
SON FROM DUKATHOLE
From Katlehong I come
by train not by taxi –
a taxi to Dukathole stops
anytime, anywhere, anyhow.
A train to Dukathole ...
I’m an alien. The residents here
are made of dust, smoke, noise.
Dukathole has an ear
of sound. Ghetto-blasters
compete with one another
blaring smoky hits,
blaring away poverty.
All is kwaito music.
No kwasa-kwasa dance music,
no mbaqanga, no reggae,
and no jazz here.
I’m an alien. Children here have
a group soul and compound eyes.
They see all
at once: The alien,
dusty games,
smoky dances,
passers-by, and
gangsters’ cars.
Where is the house …?
Who can dirt-read it?
I’m an alien,
I can’t ask anyone.
‘Eita Blazah!’ Their greetings
followed by whistles.
I don’t look back.
‘For land reclamation, Blazah?’
Dusty footsteps; white noises.
SACRIFICE
1
To this day
the smell of liver
takes me back,
back to that Easter night …
He was alone that Sunday,
my stepfather, alone with spiders
of his heart – cooking, webbing …
2
In my childhood
when he visited my grandma
my shoulders caved in,
hairs bristled,
heart thumped,
I sweated and slunk off to the door.
In the absence of grandma
when mom tried to cajole
me into calling him Pa
,
my tongue knotted.
I cried in the toilet.
3
I was alone with him
that night. I thought of sneaking
out to Mamelodi.
No transport.
Perfunctory inquiries ...
In the living room I took
my Olivetti and typed
meaninglessly.
I could hear him humming:
‘Jesus Loves Me …’
The tune wafted with the aroma
of liver, tomatoes, onions.
I was hungry.
Minutes later he brought in
the steaming dish, and said
the grace.
4
I heard him chomp, cough, hum
in the kitchen.