Short Locks VS Long Locks

So, my lover has pretty long locks that I adore, its one of the many things I adore about her. The roots are black and the ends are tinted in gold, great colour combination according to me. Now this woman has been completely supportive of my locks journey since we met, I started my locks 2 months or so before we met so they were pretty short when she met me. She reckoned they were the cutest thing ever and she loved playing with the, it took me a while to get used to her infatuation with my small locks really.

Anyways , our relationship has been going strong and my locks are slowly growing long, I am quite impressed with the growth really and also the fact that she is still with my crazy ass although she is more crazy and moody that I am. Never in my life did it ever occur to me that I will date someone who has moods worse than mine, how do I begin to deal with them whilst I am learning to deal with myself.

Back to my short locks, so we agreed after lengthy discussions that she will finally do her ”fuck girl” hairstyle and she will give me her locks to add to mine as she would rather have me have her locks instead of someone else’s locks or me cutting my locks due to me being impatient. I simply cannot win with this one and I have made peace with it.

So lately she is on a roll and is just making fun of my short locks at every opportunity she gets, she doesn’t play around with the hair anymore she makes fun of it. When we take pictures , randomly she just picks on  them and we end up with pictures like the one we have above.

Anyways, I need to find a way to deal with her before I kill her in her sleep although she looks hella cute when sleeping but she thinks it is funny and its not , maybe it is a bit funny bit I can’t admit that to her.

So if you have any tips on how to murder your girlfriend without actually killing her, do send some tips this way.

 

Yours truly.

Girl with the short locks

Black Women Today

Back women bodies are tired.
We are tired of existing
Existing in a world that does not want us
Does not want us breathing
Talking
Talking back
Walking
Walking at night
Walking during the day
A world that does not want us to be anything
But a black woman
Black women bodies are tired
of breathing
Breathing in a place that offers no oxygen to black women for they are not deemed worthy

Young Fatherless Boys – Katlego Rammusi

Naane le Moya

Young fatherless boys don’t write poems

They write weeping letters to their fathers wishing to tell them that:

Dad if you were around, you would have taught me that “Son, do not allow your penis to rise higher than your intellect. Let not your metamorphosis happen between her legs, that’s the tomb cocoon of great men, buried and mummified in libidos.”

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Lla: My parents were eaten by Fire – Wazi M. Kunene

Naane le Moya

My Parents were eaten by fire; I am eating myself to ashes.

There are people whom we know well, as friends but in time we learn that we don’t actually know much about them. We know how they laugh and that they don’t like locking doors but we don’t know why. We are often lost in their charisma, their ease in telling stories and how they carry traumatic memories so lightly. They are always in control of the conversation and you can never get what you want from them. They are in control of how far back you can take them.

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KURARA WORDSMITHS’ AROUND THE FIRE POETIC STIRRING UP!!

By: Adelaide January

Remember back in the days in our small villages where we would visit our grandmothers during school holidays and every night all the grandchildren and their friends would gather around the fire to listen to ditlhamane told by their grandparents.

During these nights we would listen to stories tsa bo Mmutlwa, bophokoje debone Bophirima.

These stories that were told around the fire became a huge part of our childhoods and one does not simply just forget about them.

Kurara Wordsmiths then decided, why not have a poetry night around the fire to remind ourselves of a beautiful upbringing that we all had and indeed the goal was set and on the 18/06/2016 KWS hosted their very first ‘’Around the fire poetic stirring up’’ together with Street Professor.

Everyone spent time raving about the upcoming ‘’Around The Fire Poetic Stirring Up ‘’ and when the day finally arrived, the people of Kuruman and surrounding areas came out in numbers and they filled up the venue.

The circle that was made around the fire left no space for the wind to creep in and the fire was big enough to keep everyone warm.

One felt that warmth of family, that warmth that one gets when entering the doors of their home.

That was the warmth that was felt on Saturday till the early hours of Sunday morning.

The cherry on top was seeing people who have been with us since 2013 and never missed a show and always making sure that they come with a friend or five.

Around 11 in the morning, cars had already gathered in front of WanLuv’s residence eagerly waiting for the event to started around 18:00, talk about them being early and not wanting to miss out.

When Boikanyo started with his poetic storytelling all one could do was smile and Puso touched our hearts with a beautiful poem commemorating youth day and reminding us that it is always important to remember the class of ’76.

Papa Tumo decided to serenade us with his guitar strings and reminded us why music makes so much sense.

It is always great to see a poet without a mic and hearing them in their natural voice.

Now who can forget Temoso’s rhyme schemes…. this guy hits you with punchlines when you least expect it and he delivers his truth in ways one can decipher.

And what’s a KWS poetry session without its first lady Ada-Lady performing?

#BontleJwaKuruman stood out; the crowd was amazed that she can spit poetry in Setswana.

The RnB singers made sure that they had the ladies screaming their names and probably scored a number or two.

‘’I had fun yesterday, think I am falling in love with poetry, I’ll never miss a show from now on and WanLuv’s home is beautiful man’’ –Mannunu Lekgetho

It is at such events that one gets to see just how talented our small town is and we get to experience #BontleJwaKuruman.

Besides for the awesome talent that was the highlight of the evening, the soup was on point and it probably took hours to prepare it and the audience was well fed if you know what I mean.

And Adelaide, (well known coffee addict) made sure that all the coffee lovers had their poison served hot and strong.

‘’Let’s do it again soon’’ – Bantu

‘’Besides time and sound issues I was happy and over the moon- it was superb’’- Black B

Many artists blessed our fire and the moon just stood there marvelled by the talent that these artists possess.

Even after the clock hit 00:00 people still wanted more and no one wanted to go home and more people were still flooding in.

‘’Give thanks, it was a phenomenal experience, do it again’’- Ras Ditiro

‘’The session was lit hey as always, Kurara Wordsmiths’ events are always lit but I loved around the fire madly’’ – Dj Reffic

From the KWS team and Street Professor we would like to thank each and everyone for coming in numbers to spend the night around the fire with us.

Until next time- Keep on reading and listening to poetry.

 

Glossary:

Ditlhamane- fairy tales

Mmutlwa – Rabbit

Bophokoje – Jackal

Bophiri – Hyenas

Photos by: Noa

Facebook: Kurara Wordsmiths

 

He held it

With his hands

Before it went down

His heart was in sync

With the Son/Sun he longed to hold

His hand shivered from the heat

He wanted more of it

A shooting star shoots to different angles

But the Sun always goes down

Therefore he kneeled down

And said a prayer

Hoping to meet the Sun

As his knees kissed the ground

Ada-Lady

Photo cred : Kutlwano Leserwane

Forgive me

For loving you with a heart dark and bitter as my morning coffee

I never saw you drinking coffee

Not even on mornings that we had our fights

CURRENT STATE OF POETRY

SLAM APRIL EDITION: ONE ON ONE

AND CSP SLAM

 

By: Adelaide January

 

Being greeted with a can of Mofaya energy drink as you enter was confirmation that the energy levels of the audience and that of the poets will be at a definite high and the malangabs will indeed be felt as each poet took to the mic.

This was a different kind of slam which I realised as each poet was granted an opportunity to show confidence in their art and their given performance as they had to decide whether they did well or bad in each round regardless of what the judges’ scores said.

 

 

Judge shouts score: 3; 0; 5; 3…….

 

Haaibo, mara what is wrong with this judge (find out name) me and my friends started questioning ourselves. Did she even hear when Katlego said ‘’ I am wounded Braille, do not touch me to read me cause it hurts’’.

Haai if that is not a malangabs line please tell me what is.

 

We experienced heat, laughter, sadness, anger, brokenness, blackness and fire on stage and thanks to the Mofaya energy drinks that everyone received at the entrance, the theatre was not short of energy on Saturday 02 April 2016 at the CSP slam and the one on one slam which takes place at the Johannesburg theatre which has quickly build quite a reputation for itself ever since its birth.

With more than 5 standing ovations from the audience and loud screams it was evidently clear that the malangabs were vuthad on that stage.

 

As we saw Ashley and Kano going head to head as they slammed for the top spot of being this month’s queen of the mic… When Kano made me weak when she said ‘’they went from coughing out smoke to spitting out balls of fire’’ and Ashley killed me when she said ‘’I put sand over my daughter so I don’t drown her accidentally- I hate accidents ‘’ and just like that she had won the slam with me and indeed she was crowned queen of the mic with a close score of 30 points and Kano at 29….close call Ashley.

A few minutes into the one on one I was already sitting with a dilemma of having to choose between Africa and Mbongeni, with Africa having been my personal favourite at the beginning mostly cause of his skin and looks and other stuff when Mbongeni decided to sweep me off my seat unexpectedly and made me sing a different tune.

As they reached the 6^th round which happens to be Lil Hussil’s( also known as Vusimusi Phakathi ) favourite round the two made me want to scream my lungs out as Africa was leading and aiding Mbongeni into some poetic initiation ceremony, how the two were inhaling and spitting out fire balls of poetry…Neho tshesa (it was burning hot) .

It was evidently clear that Mbongeni came to this slam for one reason and with one reason- to educate the masses and education is what the masses received from him..

‘’RHAAI RHAAI RHAAI RHAAI’’ and this is how I will always remember Mbongeni as he went on to claim victory for the CSP one on one slam not even Africa’s beautiful skin will make me forget Mbongeni.

 

PS: I need to contact him to discuss this Rhaai Rhaai line

 

 

Glossary:

CSP- Current State of Poetry

Malangabas – Fire

Vuthad- made

 

Photos by: CSP

Facebook: Current State of Poetry

Twitter: Csofpoetry

Dear Daughter

When they ask you where you belong
Don’t be afraid of responding
Boldly tell that
You belong to no other
And be proud to tell them
That you belong to yourself and your own God

 

 

This poem is for Matlakala

The boring girl wakha next door

The ‘random chick’ walking alone after school

The one that sits alone during lunch

The one that gets bullied for getting high marks in class

The one that is being called a nerd because of the glasses that she wears

This poem is for you sweet girl that is being called chubby and fat

This poem is for that girl that is being called ugly and now feels like running away from school

This poems is for you…..

to be continued…