Robben Island little Lecture
He did not curse the obscurity;
Lit a flame and fanned it,
To warm the disabling cold despair
Of the ever growing destitutes.
Countless winds failed to blow out that flame
So we ask
" What in the world gives a man
The right to subject life to subjugation?”
You are the Piet Botha of aspiration in a generation of forward-thinking,
Trouble-shunning Nkosi Sikeleli Africa."
He is the reason Soweto kept hope.
He is the thought that kept faith alive.
His words are not speeches for failed intellects.
They are moans and utterances from a Patriarch of suffering and struggling.
His life is not a reference spot for demagogues and demigods to ape,
It is the path to self-realisation of human dehumanisation by man.
Yes! Today is not a commemoration for starved and politicised media
to broadcast,
it is a class room for unbridled randy appetites.
Today is the birth of Africa's foremost lesson figure.
My interim misery
Arid heart, in love situation shrivels
as sharp misery chaperones the breath in the lungs.
Who identifies colour in the dark?
Panic will teach me the politics of survival someday.
But when I grow old, I will not be an adult.
"You insult and turn life into a cult of grab-and-take,
Lost in the middle of need, see what I have become"
'Present fears, Future tears'
Hope is high,
Clouds turn grey,
Panic invades,
Storm breaks,
Fear destroys,
Silver lining is Broken.
Koonta Kyntee is the nom de plum of a Buea [Cameroon] based poet, playwright and actor.
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