As we head into the 10th Season of the Word N Sound #PoetryLeague it is almost easy to assume that everyone is aware of the League’s Rules. But that might not be the case…
When the next generation speaks for itself, we need to lend our ears
to encourage their voices.
Malimela’s poem Ngibopheni:
Embodies the growing resistance students have shown in the face of police brutality
and the government’s blatant disregard for the law.
On Wednesday 21 October
the sheriff came but the poet
was on leave so instead of fur
niture the poems were attached
Somewhere in the core of my country | dwells a cancer – seeping deep into the crevices of our livelihoods | that won’t let the child learn without first having to burn tyres. | When the child could remedy the land of its wailing wounds
and forgo its inherited injustices. | Who could paint our story anew | on a blank canvas of boundless possibilities.
Why do our parents have to jump over the moon and back to send their children to a place of education? Why must there be blood scattered across our screens for the story to be heard?
Yesterday’s events highlighted many things but the most glaring thought is that our parents fought a very similar fight some 40 odd years ago. Except now we are united, solidified by a common a cause and powered by the notion of free education.
By virtue of being an educated conscious self-determining black person / you become an act of war / and you are a just war / you are revolution / you are our forefathers’ manifestos incarnate / a heart of ideas and a haven of justice…