Shapes, Shades and Faces , livre ebook

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2018

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Moferefere Lekorotsoana

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Publié par

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Date de parution

01 février 2018

Nombre de lectures

EAN13

9780639918709

Langue

English

Poids de l'ouvrage

2 Mo

Like looking into a mirror, the poet surveys his life and relationships asking probing questions, making resolutions along the way.

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Publié par

African Perspectives Publishing

Date de parution

01 février 2018

Nombre de lectures

EAN13

9780639918709

Langue

English

Poids de l'ouvrage

2 Mo

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African Perspectives Publishing
PO Box 95342, Grant Park 2051, South Africa
www.africanperspectives.co.za
Moferefere Lekorotsoana January 2018
All rights reserved.
No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the editors.
ISBN PRINT 978-0-6399187-1-6
ISBN DIGITAL 978-0-6399187-0-9
Typesetting and cover by Gail Day
Cover image by Henrik Sorensen
Contents
PREFACE
INTRODUCTION
Inner voices
Dying silently
...We are
Streetwise
Ka phaka tsa mabitla
The mountain kingdom
E batlang baneng?
Down, deep in pain
Separation
Nights
I don’t want to hurt (anymore)
The Lord gave...
Images of the dead
What if
Clouds of death
Mortality
Such is life
Reflections of one who lost
Letter to a friend
To Lolo, from Lolo
When night comes
In the silence of their hearts
Imaginations
The movement (nostalgia)
Lonesome nights
Things you do
Inhumanity
The dry season of life
Immigration
Trains with my dreams
The mourners
African woman
UNTITLED
SOUL MATE
Babo
My song
What will you do?
Life fades
Sacred ritual
Oom Bey
Desolation
Farewell to Shenge
Dreadlocked dance
Just a good night wish
All smiles
I remember
Paranoid
Soulful conversions
Rejection
The call to love
Ruined hopes
Woman rise!
Maybe
Lover’s lies
Eclipsed
Namaste
England
Ghetto-ised!!
Lonely hearts
The dreamer
Tomorrow
Leru le letso
Enchanted!
Love potion
The mating game
Questions of love
What if?
Asparagus risotto
Good night
Ten days – one side
Ten days – other side
Silly
On Jules’ Street
Golden dreams
End of beginnings
Forbidden fruit
Coconut delights
Palestine skies
Anticipation
Black smile
Msawawa, my love
She never came
No goodbyes
Old hands
Come and dance
Matla!
Hopeless-ness
A simple wish
3700 kilometres
Let go
Before the flight home
Betrayal mzala
What went wrong?
Monument of life
SKETCHES OF THE SOUTH
Freedom
Young lives
Come walk with me
All in the name
In memory of
Freedom Square
Visions of war
Senzangakhona’s hills
Ke nako
Be counted
Confessions
The song, bloody sounds
Truth (C)omission
The Vlakplaas crematorium
The General’s present
I want to know
Miscarriage
Partial memory loss
The unmarked grave
Grave waters
The painter child
Nene
Apollo’s flight
The landless native
Never again
Collective amnesia
Love in war
Don’t be silenced
Dream and dare
The song, music-man
The bomb blast
Seeing through the wounds
I am freedom
Masapo
THE FUTURE
The hashtag generation 2015 class
Preface
From the onset, my interest in poetry came from my fascination with how words could express and, at the same time, carry the accumulation of our experience(s). The experience could be simple or complex, sad or joyful, despairing or hopeful. It is about how the word(s) looks into me or the other, see in one’s recess, and express the moment without being held back.
My journey to publish began with some trepidation.
I was anxious about being vulnerable, cautious of being revealed and revealing about those I have known. Consequently, my initial inclination was that this is a deeply private and personal thing I should reserve to myself. Otherwise, only my children would, later, access these readings as a means of catching a glimpse into my life, the people with who I broke bread, the places I walked and the times I lived in. Yet this whole experience, as it was the case in its private undertaking, was cathartic and one of the memory of where it came from.
My inspiration for writing, and poetry in particular, is my father – Ntate Maitse Lorenti Lekorotsoana. He wrote for