BLACK POEMS PART 2 (49 TO 80)TRANSLATED TO ENGLIH BY DR.RAVEENDRA HOSADURGA

 

 

 

 

 

(PART 2)                                    

BLACK POEMS(AFRICAN POEMs: (FROM POEMS 40 AND ONWARDS)

TRANSLATED  TO KANNADA :BY DR  H.S.RAGHAVENDRA RAO.

RETRANSLATED TO ENGLISH BY DR RAVEENDRA HOSADURGA.I AM GRATEFUL O AUTHOUR AND HIS FAMILY MEMBERS.TRANSLATION IS MY HOBBY,SCHOLARS ARE REUESTED TO CORRECT.

 

41) GIJAGA BIRD:

(KOFI  AVONUR, GHANA)

 

 Gijaga bird built nest in  our house tree.

 Laid egg in  our only one tree

We did not get mind to send it off.

Right ,we saw nest building   by keeping eye.

We superwised  keeping egg. And that gijaga returned back.

Then to that house owner’s  dress.

Religious advice to us in our house only.

 People say it has come from west.

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West;

There birds fall to land sue to storm

 There at night  in early morning move towards  net.

It’s advice  to us is  our tomorrow’s  parrot sign(shakuna)  story.

 With it in border only  our end tomorrow’s  sky.

But,

We can’t do those prayers,

 Can’t tell those answers

We daily search for new houses,

We search for new stages.

Adultrated by gijaga bird’s  stools

We want to build old temples  again and again.

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42)END STATION:

1)

This is end station of sorrow

New year’s  first day’s party’s remaining food(enjalu,salivated food),

 For food crows are fighting

From window of jail is appearing

Cruel,cool world.

2)

Oho!  Is this?  Ulcer paining

Whole country-

Jails,violence,blood

And hunger.

3)

 When I came to know that  you  have been arrested

All of us remaining outside  indulged in guessings.

“Where you might be?

Role of of which red dream of  hero is yours?”

On that night I heard tone of suffering:

“whose child might have been lost in  store houses of

Peculiar pains (violences)  now?” like this I calculated.

Then you came out.

 At end o f long body red eye.

 For first time

 I sheded tears.

4) in long nights makes me very fearful

Tones heard behind  bars(rods) only.

 Before step sounds of guards awaken me

Early part of sun rise  red colour(aruna colour)

Emitting above, body bending, returning to house ,

in  expectation  of  another black day,again morning.

 But today new knowledge:

Today I won’t return to house.

 

 Journey in car towards town(place)

 I am pressed between  them

Their probe of rifles in my chest sides(pakkes).

 I had never seen  condolence face seal

Of my people that much. This much sorrow.

That day is before new year’s day.

That much of sorrow.

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43) THERE IS CHEETHAH IN MU TREE:

(JONATHAN KARIYARA,KENYA)

 

 There is one cheethah in Mu tree.

That is guarding my house by keeping eye

Full of my cattle house ,doted doted  lambs(sheep kids).

 My wives tie skirts tightly

At night without coming to embrace  move away

To them also fear of giving birth to doted children.

 In  new moon day night their bath

Chest is filled, is moderate(hada)  their body and mind.

 

But they on full breats  sprinkle  cool water of hill river.

 Moving down skin(leather) skirts

 Shout in midst of fear and anger.

To me eclipse has held.

Telling consolation to waist   and walk erect(straight).

In front of my house there is one cheethah.

It stares at my eyes.

 

I have called it as Appa.

I have called it as my brother

It’s answer is same.

By cutting eyes staring vision.

It’s head is erect(straight) and stood.

 my sword is rusted in  sheath(ore) only.

When owls call their friends(lass friends)  for union

My wives lip

Has held tight  bikku(cry)

 

To me eclipse.

 They bring water from hill stream(river)

 Sqeezing9crushing) sugar cane  extract juice.

 but they reject to touch  my  madhupathras(drinks vessels).

My fences have broken.

Medicine bags have torn

Waist hairs have burnt into ashes(charcoals)

 

Pillar near door has collapsed.

 My ives, are anxious for union

 Cheethah jumps on my house

Is eating my lambs(sheep kids).

It’s body is shining miri miri.

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44)BACKSIDE OF SUN:

(JEEN BYAPTISPE,TATI- LOUTRD,CONGO REPUBLIC)

(Letter got near a person  with repentence that he had

Committed country trait)

 

Since many days,

Within myself have hiden  death.

Al last today, I will give birth to it.

 Journey towards  sun ends today

In between remains of felt  paths.

This clock of  heart.

 It’s rusted pendulum

Hangs it to tree branch now.

 

In those old villages,

In much past, in that village which had got  portugese athma(self,soul)

To died valient  will give gift of song.

In that object(bimba) of sun  scratches are filled.

 

Branch moves, rope moves.

Body moves, arms hang.

 

I lift my legs from this earth.

 Move towards other paths

They are not paths of this land

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45)SELF PRAYER DONE BY  BRETEN FOR HIMSELF:

(BRETEN BRETENTAK,SOUTH AFRICA

TRANSLATED FROM AFRICAN LANGUAGE: DENIS HIRSON)

 

God,

 Really there is no need of pain

We can live without that.

Flower has no teeth.

 

 True,life becomes blessed  in death

 

But let my bdy be freash like  cabbage(kosu gadde)

Make us hard like red fish

 Let us attract one another

 At depth of our eyes ley butterflies move.

 

 On our mouths,on our guts(intestines),

 On our brains  be kindful.

 Sweetness of evening sky  let us taste always.

Swimming in warm seas,rise with sun.

 With them only stting

In slight sun light of  Sunday  joyful cycle journey

 Let all these  joys be for me for ever .s

 

Again we slowly   like old ships  or

Like trees get rotten.

 But god keep me away from pain

Let others suffer from that pain.

 Let them go to jail, let become powdered(crushed)

Let town people kill it  by throwing stone.

 

Let them hang from rope.

Let them eat whip beats

Let them undergo  rape

 Let them undergo violence

Ruse to cross

Undergo   cross questions (pati savalu,enquiry)

Let them get arrested inside house only

 Let rhem get  hard punishment

 

 Till last moment of  life let them get  gadi paru(………?) to distant islands

 Let their bones tear in  dirty pits and green algaes(pachis)

 

Let there be worms full of their stomach,

 Theit that pain I don’t want

 But we will never pain others  for ever.

Won’t give complaing and grumble.

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46) POEMS:

Come brother come, tell me story of your life

Come,show,on your body

Left by enemy wet wet wounds.

Come tell me:

Here, your hands are crushed,

Because,because they fought for their own land.

Here,

My body was violated because it did not bend

 and stand in front of attackers

here,

 my mouth blood stivcked

because  it made boldness of talking

about  release of my people’.

 

Come brother come,tell me story of your life

 Pour rains of revolution dreams

You,your elders,their elders

In shadowless nights

 Leaving drinks,leaving wife,

lonely

silently,

inform found dream.

Inform the way  of realisation of dreams.

Kind of appearance of war,

Kind of growth of  popular heros

 Way in which  lost land and water was regained,

Bold mother who sent their children for war,

Tell their sorrow friend.

Come brother come,tell all these to me.

 

Later, I will weave(knit) simple words.

Even to kids heart filling words,

 Like  air joining minds and minds,

On athma(self,soul) of  of our people,

 

 Like rain of Kendas(burning charcoals)  pouring talk.

Recently in our earth

Bullets are blossoming like flowers.

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47) EVEN DREAMS ARE WOUNDS:

(BRETEN BRETENBAK,SOUTH AFRICA)

(TRANSLATED FROM AFRICAN LANGUAGE TO ANDRE BRINK)

 

Like this Each dream, secretly and smally

Drills letters.

We in early morning , in mirror search for ink wounds.

We hide them in safe almeras.

 

But wounds will never heal.

Severe red blood is  making to  blossom only

 revolutions of  fruit gardens  in bed sheets

or

grape juice of love in  gardens

 

talk of wounds which never heal.

 

 Even deafs have right of seing dreams,

Let even mads  wishper  line of their poems,

Even blids see  towards air.

 

Pain makes all of our senses  delicate,

In the same way pains further

Birds of my youth garden  how much green

 Sun who has healed this much , how much colour

 

All snow will never heal for ever.

 

This our earth is s prince densely  thick by humans

These also, these also can’t heal dreams,

Because,these only one infinet heaven  available to us.

Classifying fishes and eggs,counting,

Like a fisherman,we are also rich.

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He again returns fishes to seabecause, to talk like eggs is his desire

 Years together waves which have filtered blood, to sing  like waves is his desire.

 

 From never healing blood…..

 

 Soldiers have pea like eyes,

 Farmers have soily hands

 Full of their dreams  messages only.

 Non healing flowers filled various kinds of worlds.

 

Now ,in poetry a parrot enters

 Yellow parrot singing complaints in poems.

 It’s tongue  black flags(hayi….?) crying regon

Matching poems.

 

Those songs will never make to heal wound.

 

Like this,my nights will not learn studying also.

Healing also

 

You have come,to shed (pour)last drops of my blood

You also will remain as marks(scar marks) on body?

 

 Without blood probably we won’t pour blood.

And body of our dreams are also  night’s blood

we are also blood only.

We are also dreams found in blood.

 

 Like this I am,sleeping mahaveera

Every night I will empty my army.

From heart  I sqeeze and remove  ink drods

 O friend for you,you are also creation of my dream only.

 

I also can’t heal wounds.

 

 Out these bodies are merely  flesh and skins husk(hottus)

To become dry and stick is their goal

Then,we finally , we sleep dreamlessly.

 

Let my these letters  let not heal anything.

 No doubt

These wounds will never heal.

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48)  AGGISTIKE BY ROAD SIDE (AGGISTIKE   MEANSFIRE PLACE,FURNACE,STOVE)

(OSWALD ENTHALI, SOUTH AFRICA)

 

slightly blue,smoke spilling,around oven

 smoking  half beedi smoken by somebody  else,

resembling drunkard navigaters  who chat

distributing story,becoming warmed ,

 have sat house left children.

 

Chills wind is sucking  each body particles

Like calf sucking  udder of mother.

 Due to  trouble of smoke reddened  eyes

 Fire tongue written  line line face back.

 

 One yawned,

 Sleep filled eye rubbed smoothly

 Grumbled like this as though in sleep

‘I had eaten once whole whole bread

Jamless butterless mere mere bread.

 

Later,

 From warm house female  came out

 Chills wind has kept outside, body covering shawl

Cooking is to be done, fire is needed inside,

Oven went inside,these to chills.

 

 Starless  severe black night

Opened mouth aaa…. Endless night.

Swallowd all.remained like that only.

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49)WHEN NEGRO TEETH SPOKE:

(OULOGVEM YAMBO,MALI)

All have  thought I eat human flesh

 But you know how people speak

Everybody see  my mouth , gum redness

 But  tomato eater’s mouth how will it be

white whitw,you only tell.

 

 Now onwards fearing to me, travellers (tourists)will not come,

 Like this each one say

 But you only know

We are not in America,apart from that

All have become pauper only.

 

 All say mistake is mine only,have feared

If you want you only see

 My teeth are white

I have not eaten anybody.

 

 These people are very bad

 They tell I eat people kacha kacha

 They say I eat by  frying or by burning in fire9kenda)

‘frying,burning,tell properly’I asked them

They became quiet. With fear they saw my red  gum.

Let tomatos win!

 

 Agriculture in country where land is fertile

Will be usually present all know.

 Let  victory happen to vegetables.

 

But all tell, all who have eaten vegetables

Will not be like pylvan(wrestler)

 I country of poor people like this,this man how he is

Swallowing sinful tourists ,by swallowing has grown like pig’.

Let my teeth get destroyed(spoiled)!

 

 Suddenly all gathered around me,

Tied hands and legs,threw me on 

feet of magistrate.

 

‘whether you eat humans or not

talk donkey,

do you think hig;y clever? See fat above.

 

 Now you will have suitable punishment

Who has undergone  aropi(imposed,imputated)

Tell what is your  last desire?’

 

I screamed and told:’victory to tomatos’

 

These males are cruels,,women are curious

  Among women  staring  like that  group one:

(her tone, like closing vessel, kara kara kara)

shouted

like dod told bhou bhou:\’vcut his stomach and show.

Our father is still inside only, I know’

 

 Theit knives were blunt

Pity, in western vegetarians this is very common, natural

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They took one gillet bladeslowly,peacefully,

 From that side to this side,

From this side to that side

Cut my stomach.

 

There drinking  thale taddy’s channmel drinking water,

One tomato garden was growing.

Let victory happen to tomatos.

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50) HALF STOMACH MEALS:

(OULOGVEM YAMBO,MAALI)

 

  Dear Husband

On that day yur name was  Bimbirchokak.

Then all was good.

Later you-victor,emil-luyi-henry- joseph you became.

 Purchased dinner set.

 

 I was your wife

Now I am your dear wife!

We were eating together

Now table in between.

 

 Mudde(ball) stick, thanige plate,

Metal cup, Ragi ball,

Lord you gave bound order

 Nothing is needed you had told.

 

According to you now we are modern.

 

 Here Sun is burning   charcoal(kenda),

But to your neck

 No relief

  From breath holding  neck tie

 

There see.

 As soon as I told like that

 Your eye brows frown

 Let go I closed mouth.

 

 But husband look towards mes

 

Now we eat grapes.

 Drink pasturided milk

 We eat jinger bread whi comes from frrance

But all fill up mouth but not cloth.

 Is this not your wrong??

 

 Previously you were bimbrchok

Then all were good.

 As it appearsto me

Victor,-mill- luyi-Henry- joseph later

You are not reltive of rockfeller.

 (Kindy excuse, I don’t know money matters much)

 But is nit seen to your eyes ,bimbiyorchak

-you only as cause-

 Previously  once I had remained behind

 Now to me half stomach meals.

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51) SONG OF DANCE KNOWER:

( PYATRIS KEYO,CAMEROON)

 

 My father’s all wives joining together,

M my mother into pieces pieces.

 But  to their   children  dance is not known

Right again, I am  only sitting on my father’s chair

My mother is now queen

 All her step wives (savathies) ,all my wives

My mother’s maid servents.mothers who don’t know dancing

Have delivered childern

Her children are  fits attacked diseased persons

 Only who knows dance becomes owner.

 

If I were a river

 Was flowing under silver white foam

In midst of four walls of not knowing dance

I would have become pond.

 

 Now I am poor who does

Business of pigs and  hens

 But if there are pearls near you, if small bells are ther,

Give, I will buy those.

 To only one Sun father’s position is bound food box(butthi)

 To cheethah kid no fear of dark

I can dance and show all kinds of dances

And my mother will not eat anything except  kid sparrow flesh

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52) GROWTH:

( MANGEN VALI SEROT,SOUTH AFRICA)

Not,

Trees their branches

Blindly allowing to grow near windows

(like figures probing(piercing) in eyes)

As we blink eyes,as we blink,not,so as not to close eye,

Or without closing door of mind

If done,

It is not death.

Rushing in windows,branches withering leaves  leaves in room

In heart uncontrolled  holding thoughts.

yes

This is lesson regarding  to make relations to grow.

If death pushes  me to corner, I will recede from you.

 

If covers(attacks) more morethen I think a little.

There is no need to attack(cover) you

 To do so right which you have.

If your pushing  continues,then also I will not rush upon you.

But nI will think about it. My thoughts and hands stroking(savaru) those branches

If stretches  forward to clean leaves,

There, there new thought blossoms.

First words later works(actions).

Therefore,

Myself.don’t cut,only correct by stroking(dsavaru)

If told,

it, is like teaching growth.

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53)POET IN SIYERALIYON:

 

(SIL CHENE KOKARSIYERALIYON)

 

In siyeraleon I am poet ,lonely.

Searching

For truths of life,for fire of similies for poetry poison ksarandaka

My country you,destroyed like earth continent living my

Heart. Always underground presence

Truth concealed at depth of land.

Your philosophical shape  detatch keep everyday

 

Country  I want nto die as your poet

one who refused,who sold I am

I am one who loved  and hated  you you

Guess deoth of my condolence you only becoming myself poem

 father killing dependents making to hold breath  great demon you are.

Removed hands after washing in detol,,writing these poens,shall I do trait??

 

Over intellect ,cursed away from people poet I am

In universities  professors teach my poems

Myself silchena-kokar,will give pynishment to students In english honours classes my poen reading punishment.

 

 My country  ,it is not wanted to me.

 In midst of wall of books, lonely jail don’t don’t to me

Your pain my lesson,your pain is my life, that much only is enough to me.

Pressing negilu(yoke) in your land crops should be grownm

Should become tiffin(edinble)  to farmer who can read

To community  life I should become one  symbol(statue)…. ….  ……

 

Today my heart is heavy,distant country is my goal

Let foreigner in foreign embrace in house and house

One again once more should join female

love cross ,due to heaviness should be added and deducted.

 Who can recognise my grave  son or daughter wanted.

country you are my pain

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My phenix,my giant shaped serpent you are

In your stomach all my anger melts

In my  stomach  keeping this pain like hand bomb

I am tired.I should live simple.

If possible I should live in myself only

Leaving poems behind, at end has to melt.

 To life of that poem  half meatapher.

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54)OUR EARTH WILL NOT DIE:

(A serious music whichis likecondolence song)

 

Killed ponds

Cut seas

Rape on mountains.

 

But our this earth mother will not die.

hertheree

everywhere

 Ozing from  profit greedy urinary bladder of factories,

By arsenic urine ponds are murdered.

Poison drunk one river is crawling in hill path

In diseased  ocean is sowing confusions

Like fish frying in banale(broad vessel)  stomach upside

Screaming whales,swan song of water mass is writing.

 

But this our  earth mother will not die.

 

Who killed ponds?Who cut seas?

 Who powdered mountains,who?

 

Our this earth mother will not die.

 

And rain

On bald head forests  sour rain pours

Branches of those trees,clouds above

From kindless knives has become pieces.

 

Weeping villow trees due to mercury are pouring tears.

In hiccupping earth.

Nuclear sun will be born like dance of funeral ceremony

Manand land water have become dust,dirty.

 

 This our mother land will not die.

 

Fishes have died in water only

fishes

birds have died in trees only,birds.

Rabbits have died in holes(bila) only.

Rabbits.

 

 But pour eath mother won’t die

 

(Music gets rhythm of enthusiasm,becomes loud)

 

Wsashing eye in new rain

 Our earth laughs

 Again takes birth  with laugh

 In west throne (patta)sun

Like gold coin

Colour grandeur.

Air which has got relief

Is playing sky flute.

Leaf bending,grass dancing,

On forest valley and hills

Harvest beauty beautiful

 

By grass  eye blinking

Bayalu seeme relation(bandhura).

 Joy intoxicated thunderbolt exploding

Opening sky door

New rain abhisheka(holy bath)

 To drunk sea very much joy

To sound of joy thamate(drum).

Again earth heaven

 

 This earth mother

She is our moher.

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55)AGAIN TO HOUSE:

(SIL CHENE  KOKAR,CIAYERALION)

 

Carrying ashes of  my wife I have

Come to houe.i simply see empty rooms

In which she can never walk.

Delicate like flower mother,from her samadhi

  Has rised up come.to me her consolation.

In one room nor even proper pen is also not available.

The table on which I am writing this poem  mites have attacked.

 

In front yard there is no noise of dogs

To me memory of those only. In that also

That bullet hit eaten dog.

 Dog which I had buried underavakado tree sowd by my wife.

 

 Now only remains of that tree  piece of wood(bode) is  drowsy.

How many jivas ended like that.

true ,in my garden  to those who are died  peaceful residence is needed.

But that low person who destroyed that avakado tree

About him to me severe anger.

 

Al remaining trees  have become part of axe(cut).

That sinner also in half closed house like devil.

 There his relatives endless dispute.

They, to trouble me onlyhis found dream.

 

Before sleeping to me also one dream.

 For her athma  on whose face

Smile had never faded

Dream of fixing one new tree.

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 56)HOUSE SIDE NEWS:(NEWS FROM HOUSE SIDE):

(AHMAD THIDJANI  NISSE,GINI ISLANDS)

 

My dear son,I am safe by grace of god.

I pray for you day and night.

 

‘my dear brother,

To inform news of death of our beloved mother

Iis my sorrowful duty.

After few days of ill health

Last Sunday,mother expired.

 

‘my dear cusin,

I have grown enough height and size.

To me send few pants and new shoeses

 

‘my love of love,

 Waiting for you ten years  were spent

In country of that white people which the fact

which held and kept you?

How many days silence, this much of tears,

 Please think how much difficulty is there.

 

‘my dear friend

 Our this land has changed into sandy noise

To nobody stomachful meals,omly…  ……leave,let it go

For me send one tape recorder.

 

‘my dear son,I am this,your vfather

Request. Return to your land.

Otherwise to  you  to recognise my grave

Sorrow also will not be there.

 

‘my dear brother, dear brother,

 The fact of death of your father

I have to tell you.

You will come to karma s of

Fortieth day

We all expect.

 

 My dear…. When post man came yesterday one drop tear

Today for his coming anxious expectation.

 But still when house side news did not come,

I drown is ocean of condolence.

 When house side news comes towards me

My jiva dries up and  folds.

 

Few days back,

 I did one boat fron letters from house side.

I allowd to  float it in  sea port of ‘nonresident beyond sea’.

‘hope filled loneliness’ to receive it in this address,

Myself only went there.

In that boat for me few  spys came

Next day  early morning postman’s fate like hand

Had stretched towards me.

 

‘My dear friend,        

Last week  arrested your brother

This is punishment given to  to your activities which you carried  opposite to government.

Today to your family mo  male direction.

For me send one shirt and neck tie’

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57) COLOURS AND SHADOWS:

(AHAMAD THIDJANISISSE,GINI)

 

Sky’s blue is king blues colour of kingship.

 To conditions and fates  fear  covering colour.

Sea blue,green blue, leaf green colour

 Applies to body of eart mother  decoration brother.

In body of storm tender tender  this olour.

Ash uuda(….?),dirty uuda,steel uuda,

Wiping out upper lower,forgetting body yas?

 

 Sulpher Yellow , kesari(saffron) yellow, gold colour yellow

 What ever may be yellow only honourable colour.

 Stomach body yellow life(jiva)  creation seed

To Europe  thigh shake ,Chinese colour.

Kumkuma red, blood red, papas kalli red,

 Grand dress of  cardinals, that is also red,

 

Shaking even hell also Christ  caste red

 Seasors  world winning flag also red

 America’s red peoples  before tieing to sacrifice(hanging) pillar

That catrej, this pijaro shining colour red

 Communist’s flag is flying red

 

Poverty has colours,

Joy has colours,

 

Even violaters have colours,

 Shaking joyto both differebt different colours

 Milk white,buraga white

 

Body of moon is white,

Innocence is white,holding stick also white white

Ku-kluks-klanpeoples concealing body cloth is white,

My innocent villager’s, padri (father)who called to

Christ caste  boy colour is white,

To spread advice  helping rifle colour see white

 In fun of history ,people using colours

Played games are many,cruelty, many.

 

Lack bread, black night, black black sorrow

Clour of condolence is black, devi ghost black,

 Flding  log (of wood)  nbody labouring

 

To black sandy markets

Sending white white cotton

Olan(trick) itself is black?

 

 To colours which have formed my rain bow

There are dense shadows.

In borders of my rain bow

History has written punishment of  ajnathavasa

(non recognised living).

When tried to cross borders of colours

My colours severe black shados.

Like hitting rain. Around my house  forts have been built.

 

 

Black,blue,yellow,black,white

Truly shadows of colours are not colourful.

red like palm oil.

Near my house door snow

Has hiden behind it’s own white colour.

I am not seen by it.

 I am now,have not remained as shadow of my colour.

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58)AMRITHA(ELIXER):

(YARED ANGIRA ,KENYA)

 

Right all waited for amritha,

In sun rise of orange colour.

In oouring pouring snow,

Their legs  craked ,got split.

 

‘you only produce this amritha’

Like this- viveka of asking labouring people,

To nobody was there.

 

 Many told

Amritha rain is a pavaada(spade?)  

 What is necessity  to god to labour by bending body?

 

 First aeroplane  filled with amritha came.

 Got down on run way which was cleaned well.

To dried up thirsty  so many throats

There was no chance of looking it also.

 

 Childern cried with hunger

Lazy mothers  stood in queue and rushed

,who had laboured day and night

 Mothers also,

 Drowned in sandy noise.

 

Little time later,

 Amritha aeroplane joined sky again.

Hungry foreigners  saw9stared)  sky path.

What was found there?

Rain bow and hope that it gave.

In seven days hunger is sure(guaranteed)

In seven kinds death is guaranteed.

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59) MAMING CEREMONY:

((ODIYA OFAIMAN,NYGERIA)

 

In this house,gandeur of festoons9thoranas),

Pushes aside  necessity of  bread and air.

 

 Breath of child caught in  Damask  cloth

colour colour buntings open.

 

 Feather light silk cloth in many colours mothers

Decorate milkless breasts.

 

(che che!when mothers have become mummies now

To feed milk ,is it any where?indecent,ungentle.)

 

Magicians of super markets,

 To fill up loneliness of lonely bell  create new new barbies.

 

Mothers have become mummies.

To grow means,

,in self deceining  games which elders play.

To break,to crush,

 On these tender lives

Bright light called truth

Till makes vision to flow.

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60) AFTER WAR A KID SONG:

(CHENDERAI HOVE,JIMBABVE)

 

Fig tree,fig tree

Where is fig?

Fig tree,fig tree

Where is your  elepasara(leaf green…..?)

Will wait fir fig, I

Wait for arrival of leaf with desire.

 

 I will  come with sister,

Will wait with her

For fig,for it’s leaf fig tree  fig tree

where is my elder brother? Fig tree fig tree

where is war valiant?

 Will come for brother only

Will be near beloved’s  Samadhi(grave).

 

 Will cry for brother only,

will burn with beloved

 not present song, non acceptable dance

remembering in mind will cry.

 

 Fig tree fig tree

Where is fig?

Fig tree fig tree

 where is my brother?

Will come again in morning

will sing the same song

for my brother’s sake

for my fig sake.

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61)PATH OF SEVERE DIFFICULTY:

(VALTER ODAME ,KENYA)

 

I have come here

After passing long path……

 Like traveller who has reached

end  of long journey.

 I have loosened lases of footwears.

And my walking stick has leaned to

House corner wall.

But still how shall I teach my history

To my children.

He is my prideful son,

 She also same, fan(Abhimani)

 Her father is police. I met him

In bar, in fifteen.

At the same time I am girl prostitute.

In son’s eyes is already found,

Has also told many times.

 

Might have shined by wearing  colour colour clothes,

Might have danced freely in village and enjoyed.

But still how shall I stay him?

Wiping children’s urine was removing stool.

 In town’s some small house.My daughter

,she is now  new youth( lass)

How shall I tell this to her.

We also who are  ex prostitutes

Made children to grow,

Reared by feeding breast.

 

We gave love and kindness.

To their tomorrow we dreamt

But day before yesterday,

He knocked door of death and came

By own desire

 

Friend making pregnant,,left her and went

Suicide is only way she found.

True, I came in steepo(difficult) path

Now difficulty is not needed to me.

Right, I call my children near

Male son is fan(prideful).

‘why poverty to us?’ his question.

 She also same very prideful girl

Could not prevent broken heart.

 

 I will tell and finish all my story

Will not leave any details.

 From m y mouth only direct,will send message

I have come long distance.

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62)WHITE PUMPKIN:

(ENOK  THINDIM VEBVA,MALAVI)

 

On his shoulder gun,gun

Hat on head white basin

White pumpkin came,came

Came climbing hills, getting down hills came.

Like skirt(langa) of girls hs nikker

In hand rifle(gun) starch(hittu) washing stick

He was like girl,found like that to  all.

 

Shook gada gada gada,feared screamed ran

Naked children in front,mothers behind

 On back of mothers hanging(swinging) children

“white devil came, came white ghost”

Shouting males, fearing  running  males

Within a moment people disappeared, empty  whole  town.

 

 Ran wat to distance

 Reached body of forest

Hided in midst of mosquito.

 

To white pmpkin much wonder

No welcome,no valaga(clarionet)

,no people to say jai jai

Why village is this much empty,such silence is not acceptable.

 

Right, he bent like a crane with long beak,dead body eating,

Rushed in hut.

Thu vyak thu.

Rotten stool smell.

 

To him wonder,stood,saw(stared).

 This is knew knowledge,this is realisation.

 This istrue, this is heart of africa

Three stones,fire inside,dhaga dhaga flame

Grain boiling big pot on that fire.

 

Found in shadow of hut,

 Wooden  big cot.

 Behind that is grzing world of goats

Black pot is  getting heated,inside grain is sboiling

In old hut roof(suuru) rat is fighting.

 

 Red eye, frowned eye brow

He stood there.

As welcome was not there

Did he got angry?s

“where have they gone donkey  prostitutes children?”

 

Right,later he

 He emved fire from  small box

Village,whole village burnt dhaga dhaga dhags.

 

True,myself on seing this, found all all.

Here was found his chest,og like hairs

Colour white pumpkin

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63)THREE KITCHENS:

(KHALED   MOTTAVA, LIBIYA).

In friend’s house my guard.on all

Fruits hearts. Pappaya,fig,jambu

His kitchen much white,simple,like

Hotel meals plate. Ais crispy crispy

 No hint of food, no ghama ghama fragrance.

 Year back,ine cusin,had sent

Video casset of my family……

 

Winter? On stone fence, on cars

On boots, in border of skirt(langa)?

 Everywhere winter mud.

 All are in kitchen.

 In window near roof  sun is spilling

White milk waterfalls.

 

 On floar kerosene oil stove.

Sister, brinjal,bitter gourd(hagalakayi)  is frying.

 From rice vessel  masala fragrancemixed  fascinating steam.

 Somebody talked about marriage

 All started to sing. I could not see further……

 

 

No in my kitchen

Sink,ovens in between  have arranged neatly.

 Onion round,potato,leaf,tomato,

 Cuttimg carret cleanly, square shaped pieces

t the tip of hand fingures, left punjent smell

cut garlic,to prepare khichadi all is ready.

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 Please excuse,friend’s kitchen

Was not that bad.our’s was notthat heaven also.

On my left foot,kerosene oil stove,

Missed step burnt wound is still there.

beats eaten there,insult happened to mother,

anger of father for delay in meals,

But housefull flown  light flood!

 

Almost night,bedbroom window,

Near door myself. Absorbing smoke of night,

Now only current has gone.a;; are

Searching for candle,latin.

This much heightful fearful shadows.

Slow wind.our movement was as though walking in water.

Fearing to dark in house, those

 who have come fear of missing step.

Once I told to father:happened fear as though heart beat stopping.

 

To him anger,half opened eye, simply stared,

In such night,such  miracles are unnatural as though.

 Suddenly  lamp,we put it off.

Waited in dark, arrival of divine messengers at early morning only.

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64)  fROM ’STORY TAUGHT BY MOTHER’

(ABENA BUSIYA,GHANA)

 

There is a place in between Akra andlegan hills.

Famous school is built here only.

Now when name Akimoto is heard,

To all ,what is remembered is that school only.

 

That name falls to ears,true,meaning is not known.

Name same A..ki..mo..ta.

Now also it is a forest,

School,rail road, and in between street shops

Is sread.

 

But before all there was forest,

  Was,Is present, will be there.

Trees are still standing straightly,

They won’t talk about history  which they have found.

A..ki..mo..to..is not at all there,

 

Who I am?what I have become?where have I come?

What is the kind  of found found world?

As indication of all what has remained is name only.

Few times, it appears forgetfulness has covered.

 But  till there are  memories and people memory will not die,

 

Wishes also same,,shape also same

 We have come here as fearwondered,

Searching for support,,tightening breath,

On one side sankole( binding,fetters),on another  side whip.

From both jiva desiring relief

Came here,to green leaves forest.

 

 To concealed,hidden mother house(thavaru).

 Therefore only here one another,

While searching,

Will not call holding name.

In A..ki..mo..ta

No place to names.

No,not here.

 

To this underground rail cart(train)  it’s only ancesters were there.

Previously in centuries in this part of world.

Now nobody will talk about this.

We have alsobeen taught to forget.

 To us teaching language is also different only.

 Names are mere forehead plates(bands)

Meaning has no direction.

 

 We  are getting taught  forgetfullness

But, to few still there is memory.

 A..ki..mo..ta.. and it’s history

Forest and it’s meaning-

Place and it’s silence

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65)AFTER SEING PHOTOGRAPH:

((ODIYA OPHYMAN,NYGERIA)

 

Enough.

Nothing other is enough.

 Female, animal,except your arrival.

 

Removing my separation,to give marujevani(……?)

 In game of this shadow light which you have sent.

Got body innocence fragrance is emitting,

True,intoxication-fragrance.

 

Hot body heat desiring to my sorrowfilled search,

By this ron’t think tou will get peace.

Don’t illuse your work is over,

 

Instead you,

  Cheethah  Nails called loneliness  tou sharpened still again more

Now they are cutting  body mind dream,by you I got spoiled.

 

What can’t be held,,what can’t be smelled,,handful,bodyful

What can’t be got,

 

My this unbearable lonelinesss,

Is making fun  your picture.

Like halli(……?) kid,,like devils and ghosts,

like repentence tiring for whatis lost-

joy which can’t be got,lordships imitation it is

is killing you.

 

 Your anxiety’s  boat head,

Turn towards  covering night’s  banks.

There your smile,

Taming these wild desires

 Drying up these bold doubts,

May give power to you.

 

O no no, nothing is enough,

Female, animal,except yout arrival.

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66) SEE,MYSELF ONCE AGAIN:

(RACHITHA MADAMI,MORACO)

 

See,once again have stood in front of sea,

Caught by rock hit, door powder powder.

 I am mixing sand and pearls.s

That that black hang in movement.

 In  metals burning like waves.

My childhood jasmine, and hell’s scream –owl.

 

See, I have stood once again in front of sea.

Bitter,tiredness to weight of  sorrows years.

With bent shoulders.

 

 Under flat stone, is opening teeth skull

All remaining are this much only,three fists dust.

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Like this for some time, for crown lord’s safety

To killed  cocks I pity. For whose joy neck has been cut?

 There only on that side ,in shadow of fig tree,

Candles anf women are burning.

To make to run away, black bird called bad luck and despair,

doing magic by eye only.

 

 I also,for one thayatha(yanthra),

Golden teeth and palm masarangi

Did I do exchange?

Opening eye,removing  eye, did I see towards moon?

 Filled spilled in medicine cup.

 Deep black stagnant kashaya  did I drand again again?

going to jouney  towards boats, towards cranes.

 

 Did I see keeping eye in eye?

 Yes,all women waited endlessly.

Fruitlessly,

 Wirh tears

For father,for beloved ,

for children,for brothers,

 But this city,

 Opens doors of jails  this much.

We swallowing beloveds(those who love)s, drinking water

 Blowing fan, lose tiredness.

But this city,

Removes out knives.

 Drills our body.

 Handsless  legsless bodies,

Toneless face.

But this city,

 We to bear our walls,

Bears our hearts. Closes it’s eyes.

 

 But this city……. Who pain is not only myself

Shadow fallen on side foot path also pains.

S surrounding it  my recent poetried are spilled.

 

Like transparent salt crystal

Like snow cool  eye tears

 My head, collapses on chest.

 Like martar   shell

When seen near

My heart is one lake.

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67) AN ANT CAUGHT IN MUD:

(AMEEN KASSAM,KENYA)

 Little ant, before getting destroyed,

still how much time your struggle?

killing heavy rocks forests

You crossed and came.

 

‘ewho is equal to yme?’

Like this stood.

 Now through great lakes along sand bank,

Kept steps without fear.

Damned waves coming forward.

Now,in between this much broad stone,

Are present,have hided.

Embrace of wave is not far away to you.

 Your athma(self) is also not deathless.

 See,calling there,page of book also

to you will not show path of relief(liberation).

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68)TAT IS NOT CRIME:

(AMEEN KASSAM,KENYA)

 

 Closing humans

Inside room

To put bomb later to it

Is not crime.

 

 Musidies(musjids),schools

 To burn from explosives

Is not crime.

 

Near murdered  father and mother,

Children drowned in blood,running to help

doctors

to shoot is not crime.

 

These bullets,these bombs

Sowd seeds,

Giving flowers,giving fruits

Like poshporus

When shine pala pala.

 

 With announcement of  protest

When exploded,

 Then it is crime.

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7)ELDERS REBEL:

(ENJABULOENDELLE,SOUTH AFRICA)

 

My soft voice is mirror hed to my life

It can’t move for long distance

On my open grave,already  sand elevations are ready

Come near.

To you my dream may not be heard.

 

To me white hair,has taught  lesson of experience

Creases and cracks of old age telling truth

Have taught stories,have taught proverbs

If it is not possible to prevent  blowing storm

Move with it.

 Bur let rebel with you not put off

I have lived  like that

Peacefully.

 Withered from mouth of owner

Swallowinmg insults and doubts simply,

Listening all,meditating inside only.

 

Our young youthsangry words spark words I have heard.

 Severe anger if  we are seen.negligence

Mouthful announcement of revolution.’

should happen at this moment only’

 

In whip beats which I have beaten to myself

Their anger has born.This was

Not known to them.

 without learning from previous elders,to jump for fight

blind generation.

 

Now listen,

This is dream:

Playing flute I had forgotten myself

Then one man asked one flute.,simply to see

I gave.

He simply carried away it.

 He did not give it only.

I his garden I made to grow vegetables

Washed their clothes,

Polished their boots

Flute remained with him upto end.

 In midst of these insults

,within me  some power is growing.

Because I had a goal.

He lived in his sin’s  black room.

 

Now he has become  empty  due to weight of his cruelty.

Flute son now death kiss to him.

 Now that to his dried tired arms

 Has become burden.Might kill him

 There weapon of youth near me.

 

 Nut apple  we should not bite

It’s bitter is also like knife only.

Should be waited with patience.

Before closing only gets matured.

Sweet fruit falls near leg.

 

This is proper time

Pluck,apple.

To coming kids feed it’s taste.

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71)MAGICIANS OF SMILE:

(THANURE OJAYIDE,NYGERIA):

 

In shining cage

Keeping eagle(garuda ) bird,giving gift puft

A magician  if comes to your town side,

Awareness,cautiousness.time is spoiled,

Carefulness, change has come.

 

 He in his fist holding ash and bread

Telling it as honey cake,

,will put dullard’s ash

 Manthra stick of smile,by talk magic

Making one to feel nine,building heaven by zero,

Snatching all your’s,by putting nama enjoys,

Tells money inflation,tells that  I am poor,

 In shining cage

Keeping eagle bird ,giving gift puft.

 

Speech rain pours, .love river flows,

We have to get ptofit,or else get sacrificed

No other go,To us king or queen”

Behind hin child army

 

They attach nposters, enjoy by dancing,

Whether flood comes or draught comes,search fotr festival

In midst of tears sea,who run ship of joy

Remaining people are you and me,making belt tight,

Carrying burden of hunger,eat long sigh

In shining cage

Keeping eagle bird, giving gift puft,……….

 

These tell state is of citizens only,

Vote and rules are their concern(work)

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Don’t listen to their words,don’t allow them to come in

Setting fire to magic(garudi) ,burn eagle(garuda) cage.

Money of all accounts reaches his pocket,

Manthra stick of smile  kills by making dead body.

 

 Snake which has come near door,burn him

Let our tomorrow  become light, let death happen to us.

 

In shining  cages

Keeping eagle bird,by giving gift and puft….

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72)HERE:

(MOLOSI  KEVESVE,BOTSVANA LAND)

 

Became,now we are sitting on that and this side of table.

 From eyes without feelings  you are looking (staring)sme.

 Had you felt on any bday that it might come to this condition?

Or like me did you also forgot?It was never milk and honey

 

From beginning I warned you

,your friendship is difficult

 I was knowing that I will break your heart

,If so, why  keeping goal to my head , with cun

Burning words,allegations   bullet you are shooting?

What is really hiding is  love ,is it not?

 

Are you O.k.?like this myself.’I am fine’ your answer.

See! We both are hiding truth and telling lie/

In me  bitter and anger has filled,is your knowledge.

 

 But in seing eyes  what is filled is patience only.

I told you, you know all,rhen why did we came here?

 We have to worry ‘sorry’? have to sing meaningless cradle song?

About lost’beauty’shall I sing  love song?

 

True we have spent bad time,

,that also we have made it to fly.

 But in any moment, I have not told wet false.

 Why th whst nis got is only one solution that we know,know.

is  it needed in future?

But still very difficult

Let us sat good bye,let us hold different path, you know this?

Right tell all.

Let us act that it has not happned, Let us act we were not there.

You told’I love you’I told vthank you’

By telling those vwords I have not done injustice to you,

let us cact like this.

Let us act bas though we have not come here.

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73) BAD CUSTOMER:

(MRIRIDA ENITE ATPIC,MORAKO)

 

Soldier,

Enough go,you have no smoothness,no ethics also.

Lifted up hand,on lips scolding words,

Now in you mere refusal (negligence) is filled.

 

After getting all you wanted,

You are going,to be award of ‘dog’.

 After getting all joys from me,

For my job shall I bend my head with shyness?

 

But when house door was knocked gently,

When you came like bull upon me,

Were you shy?

Had  you come to play cards(ispet cards) or……

Then you were another incarnation of severe politeness.

You were hero (hammira) who was accepting for what ever I asked

One month salary spilling at once  sardara

As your eyes made me nacked

Your rough kama(lust) made me to  become your servent.

at end when you removed my clothes.

 

Even if asked simply enough ,I would have given  athma(self) also,

Spitting father,mother, and their ancesters ,I salt is added

I was keeping quiet.

To which heaven side did you fly  then?

But now it has become all cool.again has seen earth.

Egoful,cruel, rough like your  long shirt(niluvangi)

Guest of this moment,slave.

 

 Intolerance,hatred,filled in me do you don’t know?

Like this only,another day, this night’s memory.

 

Again pulls and brings you.

Accepting failure,showing teeth

Ego with footwears,

Leaving near door,

 

Then I see your dogness  and laugh

But,then ,my rate was three times that of now.

 That is rate which I give to your ego and scolds.

Your,roughness,hold leg dust to me.

To flowing river one rain drop

Which count??

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74) SKIN OF BLACK COW:

(JEAN JOSEPH RABERIVELO, MADAGASKAR).

 

Skin of black cow is expanding,

 Becoming dry ,and hard is not folding,

 One time,two time,seven times shadow,

Inside cow’s skin is expanding.

 

 Who  killed this black cow?

Before telling amba,,before shouting when heat  stage comes,

Under blue sky, under stars,

Inside air has filled,behind has rushed bull

 

Before sounding in  rathi(lust) force,

Came death ,where it was?

 

 Beyond this seen sky  delivering plan(trick)?

Air filled woods(trees?)  on singing board,

 Wet skin9leather) has spread,expanded.

Sleep god’s  sleepless spirit(chethana),

Has given  body to it,has given mind.

 

Drom is ready,song is ready

New born calf is  see emitting out,

 To appeared branch this only is feather crown.

 

Drum tone is playing  knocking chest door,

It’s seed itself is is golden dreams basket.

Black cow should be born once again and come

 should swing against  light river

colour white rose  should shine.

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75)CACTUS:

(JEEN JOSEPH RABERIVELO,MADAGASKAR)

 

Cactus,

Giving gift of flowers to sky,

 Melted one in  another  hands this plant,

Net of fingureless hands.

 

I tneir unbranched out palms,

In silent meditation not shaking to wind,

 Will emit secret fountain,

Like this elders tell.

 

And this is, this inner  life water(Jiva jala).

In south’s deserts borders.

 To hundreds of anumal families,,to countless wanderers(vagabonds?)

Feeds water and protects.

 

Emitting from this  mind(antharanga,inner stage)

these fingureless  hands

 do flower decoration to sky.

 

Here,

 This city environment,

In midst of forest trees,

Passing  through  midst of forest trees

,was grren  as that of moon light only,

 Hills of this state which was sleeping like fattened hills,

 When those rays had kept cool,

Not even goats can rise, on these high  rocks

Hided,got protected. Sourcee of amritha water in their body,

 Making flowers to blossom these  lkeppers(leprosy patients).

 

To know source cause of  this disease of these plants,

should get down into cave which is their source base.

It is secret, denser than evenibg it’s cover

It’s birth is before birth of  world only.

you also don’t know,to me also not known,

 

Blood of this earth, sweat of these stones,

Valience(strength) of  this air.

 

All have mixed. Have washed hands of this,

 Melted due to dirt fingures without leaving mark.

 All  these powers which made  fingures to melt,

Ibstead  gave golden colour flower.

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76) A PRAYER TO FACE MASKS:

(LEOPALD SENGHAR,SENEGAL)

 

Hey black face mask,red face mask,.are you black-white face masks only.

Elders athmas(souls) breating  rectangle face masks

To you my silent(noiseless) thanks!

This is to you also , lion faced my ancestor.

 

You guard this plavce here ladies laugh is prohibited.

 There is no chance to anybody’s smile here.

 You purify infinet air, from father grandfather memory wing to me.whiteless,waveless,no hint of crease, faces face masks.

 You are the one who formed this bimba(object).

 

On the stage of white paer bending writing,

My face,your creation,

 Our this bimba(object) promise,listen my words.

 

Now when violence and dictatorship of  Africa is disappearing,

It’s is kindness begging princess’s pain.

Her navel creeper’s relative to Europe also same disease. Now your fixed eyes  key upon children who are going for war.

;ike an extreme poor,losing  lt piece of cloth,

They are going to leave prana(jiva).

T the  moment  of rebirth of this world, let ‘here’ become our  utterance.

Because this white white  strch to become bread  required hudhgu(hides) we are.

 

Bcause , fro machines,by rifles(phirangies), to expired this world, who else will teach rythms?

In new rise,viveki elders, by sleep called death

Wakening joy announcement  who will do?to human race to which hopes have become crushed,  who will make to return life culture?

 

They call us cotton worker,coffee worker, oil extracting black servent

Like this.

 They call us friend of death.

 But we are dancing people.

 Dancing on hard surface,,hard legged our people

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76)WISHES OF ELDERS:

BIRAGO DEYOPE,SENSGAL)

 

 On in three pots

( to those three pots in few evenings

Satisfied  elders athmas(selves,souls) return

Peaceful,restin, ancester’s breath’s  wishes(harakes)

Male lion’s they are, they are residence of viveka) 

 

Mother   weted  her  fingures,

 Her left hand’s three  fingures;

Thumb,index figure, and next another figure.

I also weted three fingures my right hand’s three fingures

Thumd,index figure, next another  fingure

 

By three fingures which were red by blood

From dog’s blood,

Fron bull’s blood,

By male goats(hotha) blood.

 

Mother touched me three times,

 She touvhed my forehead by her thumb figure,

 By her index figure  touched my lkeft side chest.

And from her middle figure.touched my navel(umbilicus)

I also lifted up  wet fingures  wet by blood,from dog’s blood

From bull’s blood

From male goat’s (hotha) blood.

I lifted up fingures wet in blood  in air,

To  north airs, to east airs,

To south airs, and sun setting directions  airs,

Later I held my three fingures lifted up towards moon,

 

Then her fingures were residing at the depth of big pot

Later I hided fingures in sand mass

Bathed in moon light,cool shdow.

Later mother told’ go,you become successful in thi  fight

Behind your steps is their steps’.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 From that day to today I have put steps

Have walked narrow psth and  big path.

 

Path beyond sea, path  beyond that

Crossing border of sea,,crossing it.

 

When wickeds are seen,,when bad are seen,

 When wickeds with black heart are joined,

 When I see those  burning in fire of jealousy

When wickeds of black are united,

 moves forward than me, my elders wishes,breath wishes

 Will come behind, they are medicine to fear.

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77)BREATH:

(BIRAGO DEYOP,SENEGAL)

 

 Don’t listen to words,

Listen, secrets wishpered by  things.

Water tone song,

 Shout nof fire is  fate(condition),

As flute in forest, emitting out long sigh

Air,big breath,listen ,see.

 

Faded generation has not gone anywhere,

They are present in black shadows melting in days.

Those dead are not sleepin underground

 They are present nin shaking trees

They are present crying  forests

They are ithings wishpering  secrets wayer ntome song,

Shout of fireis is condition(fate)n flowing river’s water.

They are present in silently sleeping water,

Ther are in dense population, inside housealso,

To those who have died  have no death.

 

 Don’t listen words,listen,

Listen things wishpering secrets.

Water tone song,

Shout of fire is condition,

In forest as flute,leaving long sigh,

Air,listen to breath of elders,see,

 They have not gone any whre

 they have not slept under ground

They have not died.

 

Those who have died,they have not gone anywhere

They are drinking milk in breasts of wife

 they are breathing ib cry of child

 They are present in spark breaking  fire wood(stick)

Thay have not slept under ground.

 

They  have become  breath of  slowly burning oven They are present in grass blade on which snow is poured

 They are in rock where storm has blowd

They are in forest,they are in house also

Thaose who have died have no death.

 

Don’t listen to words,

Listen,secrets which things wishper

Water tone song

 Fire shout is condition(padu)

As flute in forest, emitting long sigh

Air,ltsten to breath of elders,see.

 

That breath tells like this everyday.

‘this is non crossable rule

Our fate is bound by this law

Died still but not yet died  fate

 More powerful than them  breath’s athmas they are bound

 We by this creil law bound to life

but by this non crossable rule

dieing every moment,  breaths they are bound.

Whether rivers sides,or banks

In screaming rocks,,in sorrowing grasses,

Bound by work of dieing breath.

becoming black,thin, in sorrow of that shadow,

In shaking trees,in crying forest.

 

In flowing water,in sleeping water,

Though died,not yet died

Present underground,,leaving house floating above,

More powerful than us  to athma’s(soul’s) those  breaths

To our elders who have given  their breath

We are bound’

 

Don’t listen to words,

Listen,secrets which things wishper

Water tone song

 Fire shout is condition(padu)

As flute in forest, emitting long sigh

Air,ltsten to breath of elders,see.

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78)FEATHER LIGHT  SNOW FALL:

(GABRIEL HIKkARA,NYGERIA)

 

 From Snow eye’s  sky(cloud) below

Is getting down snow mass  slowly

 Tired in chills  on elm trees is falling,

As feather light,as featherlight,see,

 Naked by winter ,naked branches,

Slowly,collapsing to weight of weightless snow weight

Have bent like sorrowful relatives.

  On deathless this earth,pure white  cloth  has slowly spread.

Died sleep,rising from heater, has rested on my eye lids.

As though buraga flower kissing water falls.

 

Then I found onedream.

In sleep equal to deaththere was no death of earth.

There was no guard of Elm trees,,it is mere bird’s dream:

Black birds flying at depth of chest,,they on palm(Thaale) trees

Building nest,keeping egg, made kids.

 

In those trees sun fruit,to them

 Roots which dent(neggisu)  cutter’s axes.those tree butchers

Becoming tired weak, found as though leaning to roots of my tree

Left by them only,their’s only roots

Palm(thaale) trees to all of them gave one one sun.

 

On their palm,

Eye shining  sun objects(bimbas,rays)

But their frowned  knots did not losen

Even to sun rays also,there was no golden shining!

 

Later I was awakened,again silently

Pouring snow mass

In evening namajbending thanking like white dress muslims

In force of storm,back bent trees.

In temple without feelings like sitting god’s face

Empty empty earth.

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79)IN HEART OF AFRICA SUN RISE:

(PATRIC EMERI  LUMUMBA,KANGO)

 

One thousand years,youafricanlike animal underwent bad condition.

Your ash,in air wandering in desert torn and got distributed.

Those who gve peculiar violence to you,to retain your athma(soul),your pain for long time

 Built shining attractive temples.

Near them there was uncivilised  fist strength was there,.born along with white only whip was there.

You also had,right of death,yestears pouring right.

On your family symbol (sign) endless hungers,

 Carved arrest chains(bedies)  without liberation.

Yes,in body of forest,also  fearful cruel death was waiting.

 

Like snake silently moving sara sara ,searching you,

Coming down from tree peaks,bushes branches

Embracing,occupying your body,diseased athma(soul).

Later,later,kept king cobra on your chest

On neck kept fire –water yoke(noga).

 By cheating with mini mini bead chains(mani sara) carried wawy your lovely wife.

They looted innumerable,nonmeasurable fate.

 

From yout hut tom tom sound.

Day and night cry series.

Your sorrow song,alonmg with black rivers walked.

Regarding kids who underwent rape.

Abouttearsmblood rivers

 

In house like ant nest.

That much only small people living

 To country to which dollar itself is king,

 To poor country which they call their  motherland,

Regarding ships which stole and carried you.

 

Song flowd like this through out country.

Kindles, in fearful  mills,crushed and powdered in garden.

You are human like them only,taught.

 Their god white god will grace you,

On the day of final judgement all are one like this.

 

Sitting near fire ,you became fire,

 

In suffering tone came your song.

Standing bending head in front of other’s house,

by own house only  beggers condition.

Suddenly,fire burning inside,had emited  and jumped above,had held you.

Blood had boiled full night.

Suffering blossomed as your dance, fathers  ukkanda(…..?)filling body,

Getting matured.

Severe anger,storm, had born as crystal,in male tone sweet lyric song.

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 Condition  of centuries has appeared as song,,from inside had emitted black poem

Sharp like steel,like it only shining,breaking cell blossomed  sorrow flower.

 Minute of song birth was  to world fear wonder

 Filled soiled lidten, black continent.

World itself had wondered,,with fear has shook.

Blood’s excited rhythm ,jaj music’s intoxicated rhythm

In night’s dark red blue panju(hand lamp),with attacking song hearing

Whitened white people,are standing where they are standing, having dull face.

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Here is sun rise see,brother,this is new light

 See our faces,in old Africa newly new heart

Land is ours,water is ours,,male rivers and rivers are ours. Mortagaged for yuga yugas,forest sea are ours.

For us only has got down  sun’s burning ray

Eye tears,hyness attached to face, to dry up only one moment

Moment of tearing chains, breaking momnt of arrest chains

 

Melted away past time, again  will not return murder time

Will never burn fire of slavery

From black earth emits   total independent  our lovely kongo

Breaking black seeds,has blossomed and stood black flower congo!

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BLACK POEMS PART 2(40 TO80) COMPLETED

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