OMOSEYE BOLAJI By Hector Kunene

Review by Rebaone Motsalane


Book: Omoseye Bolaji
Author (Editor): Hector Kunene

After reviewing many of his books, the spotlight was finally put on him not as a writer but unmasking the persona behind countless books penned by him.

“Omoseye Bolaji” is a book by Hector Kunene. This is reportedly a biography on Bolaji and Kunene makes a great attempt to unmask the international literary giant. What an honour!

I promised Bolaji that I would not review this (book), but after reading it, I could not shut up and I was impressed and touched by the findings even though they were limited.

These are some of Hector’s discoveries about Omoseye Bolaji. He is (was?) painfully shy, a rare character in this loud world where most extroverts confuse being air heads with being confident. He also experienced a great share (deal) of troubles which might be the reason he is sensitive to the world.

Kunene also noted some of Bolaji’s personal achievements but his subject did try to downplay them. I also got the sense that Kunene knew more than what he has penned down, and out of respect for the “master”, honoured a promise not to reveal him completely to the world. For this, the writer is a bigger (better) man compared to me!

It was good to find out what makes Omoseye Bolaji what he is today. He is shy, humble, ordinary and likes to be considered as nothing special, though he has got so much to be proud of.

I believe these characteristics are just an act to mask the truth behind this enigma. In fact he is a very intelligent person who likes to downplay his abilities so that people around him feel comfortable.

I believe these characteristics are just an act to mask the truth behind this enigma. In fact he is a very intelligent person who likes to downplay his abilities so that people around him feel comfortable. He is confident but hides behind his shades (literally) in case people discover the truth and want a piece of him. He is also very empathetic.

* This review first published in Mangaung Issue, December 14, 2011 edition

FS LITERATURE 2011: A Review

By PAUL LOTHANE

Is it too early to reflect on how literature fared in the FS this year (2011)? Probably not. After all, those of us who like to claim we love the art of creative writing and all that goes with it can scent the trends quite distinctly.

And one thing is clear: 2011 can hardly hold a candle to 2010 (last year) which was an exciting year in the annals of the so-called renaissance of Black Writing in the Free State. Everything seemed to come together in 2010 – exciting new writers publishing their books, literary-critical articles of the highest order, reviews unlimited.

How many times do we have to say it that writers must ensure that their books are read by the right people, respected reviewers critics, even scholars if possible? In this way they (writers) are assured of some sort of immortality with their books being analysed, talked about, reviewed. As history has shown, those who do not go through this process are either wasting their time, writing only for themselves, or will never really be acknowledged as writers.

The same 2010 we saw two, three wonderful examples of this in the FS. Hector Kunene and Nthabiseng JahRose Jafta attained the type of literary fame most new writers can ever dream about. Their books were properly analysed and discussed in national publications, and on the internet for the whole world. A researcher or any interested reader anywhere in the world, in any country, can check their progress on the internet now, and be impressed.

That is what literature is all about, focusing on the books, ideas, criticism, comments etc. To a certain extent the same was also true for NMM Duman whose apparently reclusive nature has not stopped the world from appreciating her literary genius. Teboho Masakala also hit the scene with his first book in 2010 (short stories)

So, what about the pick of the books published in 2011? One can hardly do any better than first appreciate O Bolaji's Miscellaneous Writings. Whether his career as a writer of fiction is over or not, his book Miscellaneous Writings oozes quality with excellent short essays and stories. Not only does Bolaji write about international and African writers, he does a great service nearer home here by also focusing on the literary work of the likes of Sheila Khala, NMM Duman and Teboho Masakala

Teboho Masakala second book, Through it all also came out this year. A novella, the author has been clever enough from a very young age to realise the importance of reviewers and critics. Hence his book has received appreciable attention by some literary experts. Sechaba Marumo also published a motivational book.

After an absence of some years Thabo Mafike must also be commended for publishing two new books late this year, I have just learnt. It is a bit too early to comment on his works, as they are hardly in the market…the danger, as one has pointed out earlier is the fact that so many of these publications are never really reviewed or analysed by those who know their onions. I am also happy that Charles Matorera published his delightful "long short story", Singwizi the golden journey late this year.

The most disappointing aspect of 2011 was the failure of the much advertised book on Flaxman Qoopane, supposed to be written by Hector Kunene, to come out. Thus far, no apology or explanation has been offered to the literary world to explain such a farce and embarrassment. Writers, even those from F.S must remember that the literary world is a very serious, responsible one where reputations can be made and tarnished quite easily. There are many scrupulous and focused people out there who frown on what the world would perceive as dishonesty or a lack of purpose.

One or two other positive items that ensured that 2011 will at least get a pass mark (apart from the few book publications). The celebrated international scholar and researcher, Achal Prabhala visited the Free State this year and his write-up on literary developments has now been published in the Chimurenga journal, and widely on the internet. A controversial piece, as one would expect from any genuine scholar, perhaps the main defect of it was the failure of Mr Prabhala to mention more than just a very few key FS writers.

Happily enough the other major general write-up of the year, “A harvest of Free State poetry” does not suffer from this defect. Written by O Bolaji, the article is a breathtaking, authoritative manner traces the genesis of poetry writing and publication at grassroots level in the FS, and mentions over 20 of such outstanding writers! It is no surprise that the article is now being reproduced on many international websites, and is being used for research and scholarly purposes around the world.

Let me end here by expressing the hope that the year 2012 will at least sustain the progress being made in the FS literary field, with an emphasis on quality books.

The New Interpreters?

By Paul Lothane


Books, specifically works of fiction, have their special allure and
can be forever. For example when millions of people worldwide think of
Mark Twain, their minds immediately go to his work, Huckleberry Finn.

In Africa here a book doesn’t come more popular than Achebe's Things
fall apart. Tsitsi’s Nervous Conditions seems to have assumed a life
of its own too. Such is the attraction, and importance of works of
fiction.

Many a time as readers, a book reminds one of of others, whether in reality there are links or not. Reading this new book, A series of undesirable events, my mind kept on going to Wole Soyinka s novel, The interpreters. In this wonderful work, Soyinka creates a group of young artists and
intellectuals.

They include Egbo, the young aristocrat, Sekoni, the engineer turned sculpture Sagoe the journalist, Bamidele the lawyer, Kola the art teacher, etc. Their intellect lights up this book.

In Skade’s new book, we also have a group of such people - Tumi, the lawyer, Tshitso, the photographer, Sechaba, a popular fine artist, Moshe, Kgotso the
graphic artist...

Not to forget the ill-fated lady, Pulane. “Pulane had not followed through on her high school dream of becoming a doctor. Her fear of blood was too all consuming for her to continue along that path. She changed to working with charity organizations after her Communication Science honours degree,"

So here we have a group of intelligent well educated people, no doubt initially very confident and happy before things begin to fall apart. That art is very important to them is clear enough, eg Thabo and his passion for jazz.

I feel the following passage says it all:

“Art has always been a critical aspect in resistance movements wherever there has been oppression, where the masses had been deprived of dignity and subjugated and killed, art was their lifeblood - a restoration of their spirits. Art shouts the loudest. The law was often inspired to change through art. “ (Page 79.)

This work is an impressive, skilful debut. Just like in The Interpreters, there is a lot of despair and unhappy episodes. In Deon Simphiwe Skade's A series of Undesirable Events it does seem too contrived and unrealistic.

Tsietsi e latella tshotleho. By J.J MOILOA

Book: Tsietsi e latella tshotleho
Author: J.J Moiloa
Review by Rebaone Motsalane

What I love to hate about experienced and gifted writers is their ability to grab my attention until the end of the book, though sometimes it requires a lot of patience to do so.

I had to read until page 53 to get to the essence of the story and only then the plot of the story was revealed. I was half-way through and about to finish and still not sure about the storyline.

The story picks up very slowly and the only thing that kept my attention is the background of the writer as he is highly esteemed and respected.

At the end, my curiosity paid off and over-powered the frustration of trying to figure the storyline out. It was beautifully written and revealed.

The book is about a man who clearly is not in his right mind and highly agitated. However at the beginning the story is not clear about the cause and his motives. He has a plan which the reader is not clear about, whether it is to rob a mine or something else. At the beginning I thought he was there to enrich himself, only to find out that he was there to avenge his wife’s rape which resulted in a son that he hated so much.

He lays a trap to stage an incident and blow up the culprit and to finally put matters to rest and go back home. True, the accident happened where not only his enemy got injured, but two other innocent men who knew nothing about the hatred between the two.

When they all thought that they will never be rescued, he confessed to his friend how he stole explosives to cause the accident and apologises to his friend. He takes the blame and at the same time relives his pain and suffering that got him there; he unloads his frustrations.

However, a sting remains in the tail…

THE CREST: Omoseye Bolaji honoured in Nigeria

THE CREST: By Flaxman Qoopane
Reviewer: Rebaone Motsalane



Flaxman Qoopane got me again, so to speak! He is one writer who time and again stretches his talent and comes up with something totally different and unpredictable. He can do novels, poetry, drama and any other genre of writing.

As witness the time he took all his correspondence and turned it into a book. How does he come up with such ideas?

As a result of this, I fail, perhaps when classifying his books, and I cannot put him into a box. “The Crest” is about a friend of his, Omoseye Bolaji, who was honoured outside South Africa (in Nigeria) and he (Qoopane) was invited as one of the guests of honour to make a speech and celebrate the giant steps they have taken together in the literary world.

He cleverly takes the reader through the whole process, starting with the duo being invited to this world class event until Bolaji makes the acceptance speech which he termed “The Crest”.

Indeed it is a sort of “crest”, as one writer takes his time and resources to write about the success of another writer without a sense of jealousy or a need for recognition; but just paying tribute to him in his lifetime.

This is not very common, as before embarking on such a big project you have to evaluate your readership very carefully. Who would want to praise another writer to high heavens? At least if it was a biographer then it could be justified.

On the positive side, I guess being an established writer (Qoopane), you can more or less get away with anything because you already enjoy a remarkable support base and it would not be so hard to convince avid readers about your credibility - as they are already familiar with your writing.

Yet again, Qoopane raises the bar higher and gives aspiring writers a run for their money in this industry. He is indeed on top of his game. Indeed it is a Crest!

The book is available at (Free State) local libraries…

MISCELLANEOUS WRITINGS. By Omoseye Bolaji

Review by Leke Giwa



I suppose it was too good to be true; Omoseye Bolaji's new book is not
fiction; certainly not another new instalment of the "Tebogo Mokoena
Mystery series".

Remember, recently for three years consecutively, Bolaji churnned out
three adventures of our beloved Tebogo: Tebogo and the haka (2008),
Tebogo and the epithalamion (2009), and Tebogo and the pantophagist
(2010). When will the next adventure come out?

Or, will we ever read another new Tebogo adventure? This might sound
ominous and churlish, but we know that creators/authors of such
memorable characters invariably put an end to the advenures of their
own protagonists; like Dorothy Sayers, Agatha Christie, even James
Hadley Chase did.

No matter. We should also remember that Omoseye Bolaji has many
strings to his bow, apart from writing fiction; having published lots
of poetry, criticism, biographies, and plays. This latest offering,
Miscellaneous Writings (2011) are more in the line of short essays and articles.

Some might be tempted - perhaps rather cruelly - to state that this
new work is neither fish nor fowl. Certainly the writings here can
roughly be dubbed "essays", but differ in structure, quality, depth,
moods, thrust, and approach.

It seems to me that that is why the title of the new book is so apt,
apposite - Miscellaneous Writings. There is a strong bias towards
literature and the world of letters in general; but we also have germs
of world history, social matters, philosophy, sports etc.

These things are subjective, and I did read many of the pieces here in
the new book when they first came out intermittently in the form of the author's
column(s). Strangely enough, my personal favourites among these essays
are "bizarre" ones like "The vagaries of poverty" "NELM in
Grahamstown" Sheila Khala (the Lesotho poet), The Guitarists, and
Allure of Father Xmas"

I always ask myself: have I benefitted, gained by taking the trouble
to read a particular book? If the answer is yes, then the effort has
been worthwhile, and the book in question for me) makes a valuable
contribution to one's life, knowledge, society, country and beyond.
I'm happy to recommend Omoseye Bolaji's new book - Miscellaneous
Writings - for the world to read.

MOLEBOGENG ALITTA MOKHUOA. By Omoseye Bolaji

Review by Rebaone

If it was not in honour of the late author (M.A Mokhuoa), I would not have chosen another one of Omoseye Bolaji’s books. He certainly dominates and over-shadows Free State (Black) writers. I don’t know if it is because of a lack of marketing from others, or simply that more still needs to be done to have more writers on the Free State block.

I felt obliged to review this one in memory of Molebogeng Alitta Mokhuoa. The book is in two parts: the first about the lady herself, and the second about her writings. This I believe was a great move for readers like me did not know her, save for the fact that she made a valuable contribution in promoting literature in the province.

She was even crowned Author of the Year in 2002. I never met her personally so it’s difficult to ascertain how Bolaji described her personality and work, but if her writings in the latter part of the book are anything to go by, clearly she would have made and achieved great strides in the world of books.

The book is a good read for anyone who knew her, and might also appeal to aspirant writers who wish to know more about the landscape of Free State writers.

Bolaji also cleverly used this opportunity to refer to other books under his name, and that of other writers, either to market them or to showcase Mokhuoa’s knowledge of literature. He regards her opinion highly and apparently respected her ordinary way of life and writing style.

He described her as the one who would go for short stories by choice and not waste time “going big”. This might sound as if he is putting her in a box, but on the other hand it indicates that she knew what she wanted and how to get it.

Bolaji has so far enjoyed great space, and by reviewing this one, a shortage of Free State writers has again been indicated; especially female ones. Where are they?
* First published in Mangaung Issue, 29 June 2011 edition

THROUGH IT ALL By Teboho Masakala

Review by Rebaone Motsalane

I was very reluctant to read this book, if I had another choice I would have over looked it. It is sad how sometimes first impressions last.

This is after most writers came hard on me when I critically reviewed Masakala first book, Mind, Pen, Paper and Ideas last year. Many said that I was too hard considering that it was his first attempt. But am I glad that I did critically analyze him otherwise I doubt he would have improved this much. And I am glad that with a bitter taste in my mouth I read it and also that he was not dismayed but through it all (criticisms) he managed to pen another one, I call this bravery from both sides !

He seemed to have considered those sore points and rising up to the level where he should be. Through it all is so much better and was worth reading.

Masakala is showing signs of maturity in his thinking and writing. He has left behind his boyish approach to writing and now into adulthood or should I say manhood.

He totally caught me off especially the ending of this book. The story is about an orphaned girl sexually abused by his uncle who turned into prostitute. Though I was expecting a happy ending, I never thought he would tackle the most important part of survival, spirituality.

From the beginning he never gave away his ending and just when you think you know how it will ends he takes the reader by surprise and give this beautiful ending.

However he should note that he should be able to keep the interest of the reader and maintain it throughout. I know I have left many books unfinished just because I could not be bothered to finish them. Great ending!


Though he might have improved and polished his writing it is clear he refused to take my advice on some issues, the book in has seven chapters but pages are not numbered and he adhered to his style of making long paragraphs. I am hopeful this will be addressed in the third book? You have that potential untapped it fully and don’t personalize criticism as I am not in the business of destroying dreams and careers, its only meant to build you up!

*Courtesy of Mangaung Issue

REVERIE - a poem. By Omoseye Bolaji

Review by Rebaone Motsalane

The power of thoughts cannot be over emphasized; it could make you or
break you and indeed we are what we think about.

Though not a familiar experience, many have told such stories where
deliberately or by chance are transported to another level and come
back to their normal senses to tell a story.

But I don’t know anyone in my sphere who has gone through such a
process, so you can imagine my shock to realize that one of the
writers has gone through that and penned this book on his experiences,
Reverie. The initial shock was abated when I realized that his
reverie was on what could be termed his first love, literature.

In this book Omoseye takes us through his mental or spiritual journey
with some of the best writers in the world and South Africa and tells
a story not many could understand as told but prompts us to seek
divine intervention to understand it. He called this spiritual journey
a poem; personally I have no name for it as it was too deep and personal
to understand.

I believe that this is one book where Omoseye cannot hide behind
fictional characters but exposed his fragile nature and vulnerability
to the love of literature.

My pastor says that there is no way he cannot preach the gospel as it
is shut up in his bones, the same goes for Omoseye - the love of books
is shut in his bones that he even when given a chance he is spiritually
uplifted and mixed with the gurus and had that deep personal
conversation which he later translates in this book.

The writer here is left with two choices, to believe or not to believe
and make up his mind about the book, is it too personal to be
published or just shows highest level that Omoseye is operating and
finally claiming his mark as one of the best writers? He really
reminded me of Thomas Hardy; great writers but creepy (in a good way)!

WE NEED TO TALK. By Jonathan Jansen

Review by Mpikeleni Duma


Arguably, Professor Jonathan Jansen, the rector of the University of
the Free State found himself becoming something of a household name in
South Africa when he was perceived by many as handling the
controversial “Reitz four” with kid gloves. His conciliatory, humane
approach baffled many – but later on won him many plaudits.

Yet Jansen is a formidable academic and intellectual also renowned for
his critical and, seemingly baffling voice. This book contains a
collection of his articles previously published in The Times. Here, he
highlights many issues our nation is assailed with - the issues we
need to talk about. There is a medley of humility, an emotive voice,
interspersed with a lot of common sense in these write-ups.

Jansen turns his pen to a wide range of issues, straddling education,
race and identity, the state of our nation, leadership, importance and
ramifications of modern social networking; and sport is not excluded.
His views show his eclectic and cosmopolitan outlook. He can be zany
too; as when he states:"A good column upsets half of your readers; the
secret is that it should be a different half each time.”

Indeed this work shows that Jansen takes his inspiration from a
cross-section of people, statesmen, teachers, students, children and
everyday South Africans he meets. We are creatively introduced to this
variety of individuals through these write-ups which project a vision
of South Africa we can build on. Again and again he stresses that as a
polity we must heal the wounds of the past

This collection is brought to life by the vivid anecdotal narrative
approach. For example we are gripped from the beginning when we read:
"The message on my Facebook page was heartrending: Professor Jansen,
please say something to us people in Lindley to give us some hope,
please?’ I did not know the woman writing from the rural, eastern Free
State town; it’s what happens when you accept all the "friends
request' that you come your way on this social network facility called
Facebook. But while the woman was a stranger, the context of her
desperate appeal was not…”

The author’s empathy with others is palpable. He is humane and
identifies with the so-called down-trodden and impecunious:

“What moved me most, however, were the ordinary South Africans living
their lives below the radar screen of mainstream media. These are the
"salt of the earth", hard-working citizens who eat their bread by
sweat of their collective brows. They are those single mothers
abandoned by wayward men and who yet find the will and resources to
put children through school.”

As a top-notch academic, it is no surprise that the author places much
premium on quality formal education. This can be gleaned for example
from his “letter to the President”:

Dear President Zuma. I am writing to you out of desperation.
Desperation is an emotion I seldom feel, except in relation to
education, for I believe very deeply that for most children, a solid
school education represents the only means available for ending the
cycle of family poverty. Skills come later; economic growth even
later. Social cohesion lies far in the distance. What matters is that
children complete twelve years of schooling with the ability to read,
write, reason, calculate and express confidence for the purpose of
further studies, skill training and high education”

This is a book that has a firm therapeutic effect and which is
illuminating to boot; a work that makes one to ponder issues more
carefully, reflect, discuss these ideas with others – We need to talk
indeed!
* Originally published in SOWETAN of 23 May 2001

FILLETS OF PLAICE By Omoseye Bolaji

Review by Rebaone Motsalane

“So you want to be a writer? A journalist? You feel this is your calling in life and you have this compulsive desire. Great. Welcome to the fold. The good times when they come (and if they do) are great; but there would likely be many more moments of heartbreak and frustration. But as that ‘boxer; said, one must learn to roll with the punches!”

This is an excerpt from the book, Fillets of Plaice. After giving personal stories and analyzing writing and or journalism as a career, these are Omoseye’s thoughts on the matter. Wish many could take the time to read this book and truly understand it before embarking on what seemed like a “glamorous” career to many. Bolaji gave his best advice ever and truly painted a picture of what the world of journalism and writing is all about.

This book is a MUST HAVE for any aspiring journalist or writer. It will definitely help them to make an informed decision and curtail their frustration. Bolaji focused on topics such as freelancing, editors (how they can break or make your career) and others. He took his precious time elaborating on what any writer or journalist can go through and how to come out victorious in any situation. Whether you come out a success or failure just make sure that you make your mark.

Journalism or writing is one of the few professions where hard work guarantee success, like Bolaji has observed. He asserts that you need more than good English, a different style of writing and luck to make it in this industry (I call it Grace from God and I know that I am right)

With more than twenty years experience in writing, I am compelled to believe that he (Bolaji) knows what he is talking about, he substantiates his analysis with true live testimonies during his journey and that of other journalist he has worked very closely with. The disadvantage is that the book is too short; just as I was beginning to enjoy it ended!

The book has seven short chapters which are based on: The writer, making money from writing, fiction, photo-journalism, writing on sports, editors and general (closing remarks). This book would definitely make a great lecture.

Fillets of Plaice is indeed a guide into the world of journalism

THREESOME Poems by Pulane Moiloa

Pulane Moiloa, author of the collection of poems titled “THREESOME” has a formidable pedigree. She is the latest in a long line of distinguished, creative writing family. How is this?

Pulane’s grandfather, Dr JJ Moiloa was the prolific avant-garde, outstanding intellectual whose books in Sesotho are prescribed in many schools. Pulane’s father, Kolisang Moiloa, has also published impressive works in Sesotho.

Pulane started writing – ironically in English, at the age of 12. She appears to be an instinctive poet, as her debut book, Threesome, shows. Her voice is restrained, yet probing, intelligent and focused. She appears to be devoid of undue bitterness and acrimony.

THREESOME contains the following poems: A path of yonder, Africa’s path, African appearance, Brought a smile, Can U, This is not the end of the road, hand in hand, hear me out, How sad, my apologies! Longing, Mama Africa, meet my ideal. My first piece of love, Realise, Success. Threesome, Well where are you, Yeh missing Yah; and never Thought.

The poet is obviously proud to be an African, as the buoyant, effervescent mood of “Africa’s Path” and “African Appearance show:

The lands of fruits and herbalists
The land of charity, season to season!
The multi-cultured, so to multi-lingual
The old, so to the new still

The poet’s tribute to “Mammy Dinku” in “How sad my apologies” is heartfelt:

Like the sunrise every morning
Like a candle with undying flame
Like the moon and stars brightening up the sky
U’ve always been there
I LOVE U SO MUCH!

The poet shows her philosophical side in “Realise” where, inter alia, she muses:

Life is a journey
Life is full of complications
Life is unpredictable
Only one’s prayers and faith would help
Life is planted like a seed
Only one can water it with smiles

The title poem, “Threesome” is also in this vein, with some astrological connotations. Like so many young South African poets, Pulane’s poems largely adumbrate the ambience of typical English poems, which are generally lyrical and uncomplicated. Reading her debut collection, the impression that Pulane Moiloa is a talented, promising bard becomes reinforced.

* This review, re-published here, is courtesy of the Phoenix Literary Club (Ladybrand)

THROUGH IT ALL. By Teboho Masakala

Thaba Nchu (in Free State, South Africa)

On 15 April 2011, Selosesha Library in Thaba Nchu came alive as Teboho Masakala launched his work of fiction, Through it all.

The Hall was packed with learners from different schools in Thaba Nchu who came to witness the book launch. Guests included Sechaba Marumo, Ditlhare Mabitle and Job Mzamo.

Thamsanqa Job Mzamo, illustrious author of the anthology of poems, Pride of my Heart is already a celebrated poet of international repute. As a polished versifier, his support on the day was invaluable.

On his part, Sechaba Marumo, an author of the motivational book Be the best you can be encouraged learners of different schools to use their talent and to be proud of their place of birth. “They must also be encouraged to read. Do not compete with useless things, but rather compete academically,”

Marumo also highlighted his background and encouraged students to take their studies seriously. He was followed by Mrs. Ditlhare Mabitle who encouraged the use of mother tongue languages: “a reading nation is a winning nation”. Mr. Mzamo in his articulate way also encouraged learners to be writers, and to read.

The distinguished creative African writer and novelist, O Bolaji has already written about THROUGH IT ALL, inter alia: “Teboho’s debut novel focuses on a certain young woman and her vicissitudes. The protagonist is Monica Classen who is dragged through the mill! After the death of her parents, she is unfortunately raped by her own uncle, an exceedingly harrowing experience for her.

She decides to flee Thaba Nchu and start a new life in Bloemfontein, but her ordeal is not over; not by a long shot. More painful episodes await her till in the end, like a deus ex machina all is well with her, and her sorrows are behind her. Read this moving work and ponder..."

Excerpt from the book (exemplifying the sad metamorphosis of Monica): “Monica (who had been) fragile, kind-hearted, was now this weak, controlled drugs loving, money hungry Monica…the city of Bloemfontein had swallowed her and was not prepared to throw her up anytime soon as there was no way out…”

HOW DO I TALK ABOUT MY ORDEAL? By Maxwell Perkins Kanemanyanga

Review by Paul Lothane

This work, How Do I talk about my Ordeal? follows on the heels of the author’s first book, Enemy of the State (2009). This new book reinforces the literary fecundity of the author, Maxwell Perkins Kanemanyanga.

Kanemanyanga has the penchant to produce works that are somewhat didactic, with moralistic undertones. It is no surprise that this continues in this new work, starting with the Introduction. This gratuitous, sometimes irritating approach can be seen from when Gogo spouts the following to a nurse in the very first story:

“But gogo tell me, what is wrong with our society today?” nurse Sibanda asked gogo maMoyo as they were waiting for the results.

“Uh, it’s not easy. You children of today don’t listen to your elders anymore. You say you went to school and us we know nothing. But look at me; I have seen my grandchildren, something that you are failing to do. You are dying young. Go to the cemeteries you will see what I am talking about. Born 1980, died 2000, born 1981 died 2009, born 1985 died 2010. During our time we learnt how to cook like our mothers but now you, learn to drink like your fathers. The young men are like bulls. They leave babies all over they go. The first born is in Bloemfontein, second born in Eastern Cape, the third born in Polokwane all with different mothers. How do you survive this disease? Your children grow up without guidance, because they don’t know their fathers. Every day they are introduced to a different man saying he is your father. A child needs a moral compass. That means instilling a sense of right and wrong. The moral compass for children is their parent’s behaviour. Unfortunately for you children of today, family is no longer important and that is very bad. By the time you will you realize this most of you will be dead.”

An ominous forecast. Yet despite her horrifying ordeal, Maze the young lady violated in the opening story manages to go on with life. As the aphorism points out “As they say the axe that cuts quickly forgets but the tree that was cut will never forget.”

Yet this initial story, like others, goes on and on to the point of becoming tedious. One gets the impression that perhaps this story should have been further developed into something like a novella.

Once again, fine expressions intermittently come to the fore and are lavished on us; the display of eclectic knowledge and references still predominate; eg “She remembered one of the best statements from William Shakespeare’s books and tears began to flow on her pretty face. “The liquid drops of tears that you have shed shall come again, transformed to orient pearl advantaging their loan with interest of ten times double again of happiness.” And the likes of Martin Luther King Jnr are quoted with relish too.

We have what comes close to true pathos in the story “Beautiful Ghost” as a woman is abused and humiliated by her husband. “One night she heard her husband arguing with another woman in the next room. What else could she do anymore? Was it because she was dying? But she had always been there for him. In the dawn of that same night Janet passed away in the arms of her mother whilst, her husband was sleeping in the arms of another woman. She died with a heavy painful heart.” This is heart-rending.

Yet the story is a rather disjointed one that can easily confuse, with the didactic fulminations once again overdone, and the authorial intrusions sometimes jarring. The author wants to make a point here, and certainly does so.

The story, “Baby from the plastic” might have been a success, but once again it is marred by the author’s penchant to go on and on -even including a long discourse on football, Arsene Wenger and his regime at Arsenal. It is clear the author loves football. But here in this context it comes across as gratuitous, over-stretched and even boring.

By and large, this is an impressive work by Maxwell Kanemanyanga; his commitment to his art, his principles (even if overdone to the extent of marring his artistic level), and his love for general knowledge have to be commended.

Kanemanyanga has started his literary career by publishing two books of short stories. Many in the literary fraternity will now reckon that his next step should be a novel or at least a novella. In these days where when imaginative writing is thin on the ground at grassroots level, one can not but wish Mr. Kanemanyanga all the best.

WRITINGS ON THE PALM TREE By Tiisetso Makhele

A review by Peter Moroe

Writings on the palm tree is the long awaited debut collection of poems by Tiisetso Makhele, a Free State writer from the grassroots who has been in love with poetry since he was very young.

Indeed the blurb of the book tells us: “In the Free State quite a number of poets at grassroots level have excelled and done great things for poetry. Those in the vanguard – most of them have published books of poetry – include Lebohang Thaisi, Job Mzamo, Teboho Mohanoe, Pule Lechesa, O Bolaji, Leslie Tlhabanelo, Tanki Phafoli. Revered poets now deceased include Gilbert Modise and Pule Lebuso.

Tiisetso Makhele, the author of this work (Writings on the palm tree) occupies an intriguing position in Free State poetry. As a youngster, in his mid-teens, he was already producing prolific verses, at the time he carted off prestigious awards like a CNA prize for poetry. Yet Tiisetso seemingly went off the boil for years – but now, he’s back!”

Writings on the palm tree contains the following poems: writings on the fig tree, still echoes, piano stands lifeless, hidden in the word, emptiness, Disease of love, contours of knowledge, wrecked peace, child of battle, provocation, Hungered crocodiles, eyes of a child, Emeralds in the crazy mind, and Air of poverty.

Despite his youth, Mr T Makhele is a rather long standing poet, hence his dexterity with words, and almost effortless imagery. Examples abound, even from the first poem. “Thorns of the strong wind whiz through my eyes”; “letters on trees…shone brilliantly through the darkness”

Through the poems we get glimpses into the poet’s background/childhood:

Days of my quiet childhood
When writing poetry was my only escape
From the reality of limitless struggles
Poverty in the home

And from the same poem (“Still echoes”) we can enjoy another fine piece of imagery “morning winds play guitar with the trees”; and from the poem, “Piano stands lifeless”:

Skeletons of violets warp
Duet with skies grip at pause
Roses not at peace
Sprinkles of lavish silence
Strangles their rain of life”

“Hidden in the word” is an important poem that, through personification, shows how strong and resilient the written word can be. “She’s brought into life/by paper pen and machine/she can knock onto the clouds/To breed rains of blood/ she can send white doves/ to skydive peace in warring air!”

From “Hungered crocodiles” we have the alliterative line “cluster in clandestine conspiracies”. Many poetry lovers believe that a good poet is one of whom one must read and re-read their works to uncover hidden layers of meaning, or just to understand the verses in part. In this wise Tiisetso Makhele is quite a satisfying poet.

DEEPEST SPRINGS By NMM Duman

Review by O Bolaji

Reading NMM Duman’s Deepest Springs is a veritable excitement, a highlight in the life of an authentic black African who cherishes and relishes good writing, poignant plots and descriptions; brilliant writing in general. In sum, I have no doubt in my mind that this work is one of the most breath-taking and satisfying in the pantheon of African literature.

Indeed, the danger in a case like this is that the reviewer or critic of a superb, imaginative work like Deepest Springs can go overboard with superlatives, praising a work to high heavens. Yet the “critic” must do his/her job in a conscionable manner. Though in the case of Deepest Springs, it is obvious that Duman is a tough critic herself (self-critical) who has taken time to ensure that the final product, her book, is outstanding. As all time great TS Eliot tells us:

“The larger part of the labour of an author in composing his work is critical labour; the labour of sifting, combining, constructing, expunging, correcting, testing: this frightful toil is as much critical as creative”

Yes Deepest Springs bears comparison to the best of African writing – whether it be the novels of Buchi Emecheta or Flora Nwapa or Miriam Tlali or Tsitsi Dangaremgba (the all time greats of female African writing). But it goes beyond this – I have no hesitation whatsoever in comparing this work to English classics like those written and still revered, by the Bronte sisters for example (Charlotte and Emily Bronte)

Indeed the "sexual passion" that runs through Duman’s work echoes and adumbrates the best of English works like Jane Eyre (by Charlotte Bronte) and Wuthering Heights (by Emily Bronte). The fact that, effortlessly author Duman gives her own great story an African background, with excellent Sesotho (African) references; not to talk of Afrikaans is a thing of unbridled joy. And celebration.

Of course in those days – over 200 years ago or so- the Bronte sisters could not write specifically about sex despite the smouldering, powerful emotions in their work. The world has moved on, hence in Deepest Springs there are references to sex, decently couched – whether it be the deflowering of our protagonist Dikeledi; or making love in the bathroom (whilst washing) or in the bush/forest.

African literature has thrown up memorable female characters, including a gallery of women of ill-repute. For example this classical extract from Wole Soyinka’s Season of Anomy:

“We must acknowledge the fact that (women) are the familiar vanguard of the army of change. When the moment arrives a woman like Iriyise becomes for the people a Chantal, a Deborah, torch and standard-bearer, super mistress of universal insurgence. To abandon such a potential weapon in any struggle is to admit to a lack of foresight. Or imagination”

Dikeledi is a fine young lady compounded of the variegated emotions of our world, and who is very much in love with her man, despite vicissitudes. She can also be self-sacrificing and stoical as in the case where she remains philosophical and reticent about the abuse (beating) she had earlier received.

The hypocrisy of certain traditional beliefs is also evident in this work and it is also a mark of an excellent writer (Duman) that she does not take sides (as a woman)directly. A good example is when they refer to Dikeledi as a “slut” just because she allows her aroused lover to sleep with her before the formal wedding. She was a virgin even then, so why should she be condemned?

That Duman is a polished, creative writer can also be seen from the many occasions when she enters “the mind” of male characters with great conviction (although of course the author is a woman). Like in the case when Dikeledi’s lover after making love muses over why he was behaving like a naïve, uncircumcised nerd! Such strokes clearly show that the author is a master of her craft!

I can go on and on, but a reviewer (or a critic) is supposed to open doors as it were, give glimpses into a pertinent work which would encourage others to read such a work and bask in its excellence. I am very happy to recommend this outstanding work to all readers around the world…

HOLD BACK YOUR TEARS By Raselebeli Khotseng

Review by Rebaone Motsalane

Hailed as one of the best poetry books released in 2010, “Magic” Khotseng has received rave reviews so far.

With that under his belt, I was determined to take a different approach and be as “objective” as possible as I felt that maybe the reviews were too good to be true. A few pages later, my “objective opinion” crumbled, and I joined the praise-singing band!

This book is long overdue and indeed one of the best of the best released in 2010. However his raw emotions and telling poetry like it is really made me question his experiences in life. He writes very well about the sufferings of this world and there is no way one can remain the same after reading these poems.

He points out so many injustices in this world; apartheid, poverty and general sufferings. Every poem that I read made me question my contribution in this world. Am I making a positive change in the lives of others? When he writes about the sufferings of the street kids, one can hope and pray that there is immediate change.

I was glad when I could finally get a very positive poem about one of the apartheid stalwarts and celebrated political icons in the (Free State) province, Mme Winkie Direko. I only wish she could get a copy of this book and realise the positive change she has made in the lives of many. I truly love this poem.

The book is for anyone who enjoys poetry and for those who will be able to hold back their tears as they read about the true suffering that others have endured in their lives. Count your blessings and give thanks to the Lord!

A VOICE FROM MANGAUNG By Lebohang Thaisi

Review by OUPA TSHABALALA

(above) Poet Lebohang Thaisi

The first thing that strikes the reader of this book, A Voice from Mangaung is that Thaisi has put together a collection of quite simple, readable poems. They are moving, they deal with feelings and they are narrative and lyrical; eg

“When I was but a child
Mama dragged me behind her to school
With tears mixed with saliva and mucus
Mama said “you must go to school today”
I am grateful today… (for) I can read and write”

(*To My old School)

In Thank You Thaisi betrays an uncertainty and lack of confidence typical of a very young writer/poet:

“I’m not a poet (yet)
but I love poetry
I am not a poet
But I love playing with words
I enjoy the rhythm and vibrations
Thank you for reading my scribble”

Again, in TO A BROTHER:

“Whenever I pick up a piece of paper
I fear but for a minute
Of who shall read
My little piece of work…”

Not surprisingly as a young poet, Thaisi also writes sentimentally about love:

“Have I told you how I love
Your perfume
The aroma… sprinkles new life
When you are not present
At times, vividly
I feel the sweet odour of your perfume…
Patiently I wait
For your return, Love”

(*I LOVE YOUR PERFUME)

And the frustrations of unrequited love:

“I propose love
She enquires after my bank account
She asks: if dad drives Volvo
It is a shame I possess no accounts
Dad… cycles to work”

(*MONEY)

This note of despair sometimes creeps into Thaisi’s poetry’ especially in DOORMAT:

“Trample on me
Smudge my fibres
Rub (your) dirty boots on me
Even the little ones
Piss over me
I am a doormat
Over me
They come and go”

Many observers would feel that difficult or “pretentious” poetry might come across as tedious and boring to the ordinary reader I feel the poetry of Thaisi has more relevance to the common man. We easily relate too simple, pragmatic and down to earth poetry. In this wise Thaisi has to be praised. Again his poem, “To our BBT” shows how important it is for one to relate to, and identify with something:

“BBT with us you Relate
Your DJs we know
Their accent we understand”

Or his moving tribute to MOTHER:

“For giving me Mother
Lord I praise You
When I tried my first steps
She was here
When I developed my milk teeth
She adoringly nursed me
She was also there
When I first walked to school
When I have Mother
I have everything”

Flaxman Qooppane says that he was inspired to write poetry after reading Mongane Wally Serote’s early books, because they were easy to understand. This writer, and others, finds Thaisi’s poetry an inspiration.

THE GUILLOTINE By Omoseye Bolaji

THE GUILLOTINE is the title of the 2001 collection of short stories written by Bolaji. There are ten stories in all in the book, and they are all short stories, ranging from 4 to ten pages. These stories were written between 1996 and 2000, and at least half of them had been published in various newspapers and magazines.

The Drunkard, one of the short stories, is a powerful, didactic, piece of fiction; it contains the usual humour and interesting 'scenes" one has come to expect from Bolaji. The character of Malome in particular, a famous charlatan is brilliantly done. Here is the voluble township wiseacre, full of himself "I'm a psychologist, psychiatrist, psychoanalyst “ he says absurdly, with self-importance.

After reading this story, we are left in no doubt that excessive drinking is not only irresponsible, but dangerous. We are filled with disgust when we read: "The next thing he (Elias) remembered was waking up somewhere in the township, far from his own place, and feeling extraordinarily uncomfortable - in the discarded chassis of a car. He hated himself, seeing some blood stains on his clothes and body, feeling a horrible wound on his face, drenched in his own urine and vomit; hating his own goddamn awful body smell"

(The Guillotine, page 39)

Love Hurts, one of Bolaji's most popular writings (originally published in Drum magazine over a decade ago) is also reproduced in this collection, in book form. A new generation of readers can enjoy this short story that enhances Bolaji's reputation as "African master of the unexpected"


Although interesting enough, The shocker is rather mediocre but deals with the well-worn theme of disappointment in love. The Blabbermouth is a simple enough story too. The language seems quite harsh in the opening paragraphs with the author obviously angry and disgusted with exceeding dishonesty. The conclusion of the story is full of bathos, though.

Two short stories in this collection deal with the supernatural: The Dream, and The Ghost. Both have the usual Bolaji "twist"; The Dream is an interesting story weaved around the Italian phrase "delle bestie con le belle voci". In The Ghost we are introduced to a delightful lady who is too good to be true:

"He felt that there was something 'different' about her, the unearthly glow of her skin...the ethereal whiteness of her teeth: even her voice was so melodious that it defied description...like sweet, congenial rhythmic bells ringing harmoniously"

(Page 44)

Many men young and old, have commented that they found the story The Narrow Escape the most interesting and the funniest. It certainly is an enjoyable story as a young man who cannot stop himself from "seducing" a sexy young lady apparently finds himself in serious trouble

Another Little Drink has a twist of its own too, and one cannot but wonder at the folly of the young man involved here. We are also reminded of the Sarafina 2 play.

The Blackmailer, another popular story of the author's is reproduced in this book too; and in this version some other paragraphs have been added. This is Bolaji doing what he does best: quickly building up a tale, which ends in a completely unexpected manner. It turns out that nobody in this story is what he/she first appears to be.

Now for the very short story, The Guillotine. It is food for some thought. It can be viewed as pathos, bathos, or even idiosyncracy of the highest order. I have heard some readers even claiming that it "symbolises" the sacrificial nature of the author himself, with the protagonist being something of a martyr. This impression is accentuated because the author writes the story in the first person.

In The Guillotine the patent unfairness of the fate and plight of the narrator has to be viewed against the backdrop of his obvious emotional "immaturity" and idealism as he willingly opts for death:

I said: "Sir I want to die too". I moved into the tumbril and a great gasp and shout went through the town. The man in charge said: "Why do you want to die?" I explained that my heart had been broken by a lady. And I heard a horrible peal of laughter, a gargantuan tidal wave of derisive laughter...And the crowd began to chant: "He must die! He must die! the naive man must die...the sentimental guy must die first!!!"

(Page 29)

We should however note that The Guillotine is pure fiction and we do not need to read much into it. The protagonist passionately demonstrates the type of suspect, ultra idealistic love exemplified by Doctor Kawa in Lenrie Peter's novel, The Second Round. It is also interesting that at least once (in a personal poem) Bolaji confesses that he himself "has always been a stickler for romantic love" The short stories in the book, The Guillotine are indeed "mouth watering"

INDABA WITH FREE STATE WRITERS By Saint George Vis

Indaba with FS Writers is a very welcome book – and credit must go to the Editor of the work, George Vis for his initiative and hard work. It is another boost to black writing in the Province.

The quality of the interviews is generally quite high, with Kgosietsile Dinthloane showing that he is world class with his brilliant comments on poetry in particular. Anybody who reads what he has to say in this wise would be much richer for it. Charmaine Kolwane also weighs in with some very fine comments too. It is good to see women showing their zeal when it comes to writing.

That is why it is particular disappointing and shocking to read part of what Neo Mvubu has to say. One would have expected that such a young writer who has been fast tracked – she is already published in anthologies, Internet etc – would be positive and grateful. But she whines and complains about not getting enough “support” from so-called established, older writers. Does she even think about someone like Ntate Kgang Motheane who only got published at over 60 years of age? Does Neo realize how privileged and lucky she is? Does she even appreciate being included in this new book whilst someone like Flaxman Qoopane is not there?

In contrast to Neo’s attitude are the very fine comments of both Skietreker (Seape) and Teboho Masakala, both also very young writers who are evidently delighted to be already in the limelight so early. Their interviews show their positive nature and gratitude for already making their way in the literary genre. In fact “Skietreker” is even confident enough to self-publish – showing he does not believe in being spoon-fed all the way. A writer should essentially be used to privacy and should not expect others to do more than encourage them, or perhaps make publishing a bit easier for them. History has thrown up very good writers who had to wait for endless years before breaking into publication.

It would come as a great shock to critics and scholars – and the international world of literature – that O Bolaji is not featured in this book. After all, his name is synonymous with Free State black literature worldwide. But not much should be read into this, as there are many tributes to Bolaji in this new book; also, there are more than enough full-length books and international articles published on Bolaji’s literary works anyway.

Others would also express surprise that writers like Qoopane and Job Mzamo are not interviewed. The simple truth is that in a work like this, not everybody can be included for various reasons. Jane Wilkinson’s classic, Talking with African writers will always be celebrated – yet many great African writers (like Ama Ata Aidoo, Ola Rotimi, John Ruganda and Es’kia Mphahlele) were not included in the book.

Writers focused on in the book are: Thabo Mafike, Neo Mvubu, Kgang Motheane, Mosidi Mohlakela, Kgosietsile Dinthloane, Seleke Botsime, Charmaine Kolwane, Teboho Masakala, “Skietreker (Richard Seape) and Pule Lechesa. The first edition of the book I saw had some mistakes but I understand they have now been corrected.

On the whole, this new book, Indaba with Free State Writers is a fine work that celebrates Free State black Writing and shows why writing from this area is admired by many. More importantly, with so many young writers featured it is clear that the literary future of the Province is in good hands!

CITY OF ROSES AND LITERARY ICONS By Flaxman Qoopane

Review by P Lechesa

Flaxman Qoopane, a journalist, poet and author, has published his latest book titled City of Roses and Literary icons.

He said: “In this new book, I debunk the general belief in many quarters that the Free State, Bloemfontein, in particular, is something of an outpost as regards major, pivotal trends in literature.

“I demonstrably show in the book that Bloemfontein, over the years has hosted a conglomeration of distinguished wordsmiths, and even taken the lead in orchestrating cardinal literary meets,”

According to the author, in the book, we get to learn the details of such literary occasions that got off the ground in the “City of Roses” (Bloemfontein); the galaxy of such literary icons who have graced its shores – including Kgotso Maphalla, Don Mattera, Lauretta Ngcobo, Jim Mokoena, Prof Lewis Nkosi, Prof Keorapetse Kgositsile, Don Matterra, among many others.

“The new book also proudly details the goings-on at the 2006 South African literary Awards which were held in Bloemfontein,” Qoopane said. “At this occasion very important literary awards were given to many of the all-time greats of South African literature. It was also at the gala that Prof Kgositsile was named the current National Poet Laureate.”

This is a book to be read by all lovers of literature and the arts and culture in general. The Free State Provincial libraries immediately ordered some one hundred copies of the book.

“Qoopane indeed shows his effulgent love for writing and writers in general. He puts together many unforgettable occasions of literary orientation hosted in Bloemfontein; this book gives the lie to the belief of so many that the Free State is something of a literary backwater,” O Bolaji, distinguished author, said.

TEBOGO AND THE EPITHALAMION By Omoseye Bolaji

Review by Paul Lothane




Folksiness is often defined as a combination of being informal, affable and friendly; a characteristic of “simple country life”. Most would agree that this is something traditionally associated largely with black African people concentrated in certain areas, be it townships, towns, or even cities.

Hence we are used to expressions like “he’s my brother” “my brother from another woman” “my sister” etc being used for people who are in fact just acquaintances or even strangers. Folksiness, I hope to argue briefly here, is very much evident in Omoseye Bolaji’s work of fiction, Tebogo and the epithalamion (2009)

The action takes place in a small town where people are very much affable and “folksy” – from the very beginning, even Tebogo himself - a stranger here, is made to feel very welcome. In the first chapter Biggie goes out of his way to come to him, talk to him, and assumes Tebogo would sit down with him and talk. Tebogo is compliant and notes:

“I suppose that’s the beauty of we black folks – we don’t consider such things as an ‘imposition’. Rather I was a bit flattered…”

A bit later on Biggie invites Tebogo to the special ceremony:

“…there are some things you get to know through the locals. For example I am going to a special occasion now and I assure you (that) if you go with me you won’t regret it...the epithalamion.”

“The what?”

Biggie grinned. “I suppose that’s the ‘white’ word that comes closest to describing it…we have special singers that churn out these songs in honour of the bride. In our Sesotho language!”
(pages 8 – 9)

But Neo, the bride to be disappears and Tebogo is easily persuaded to help with investigations. He is invited to Mike’s house where of course he’s given “snacks…cakes and juice”. Then we follow Tebogo as he goes on to talk to “suspects”, or other characters, like Aaron, Seleke Chico, and Rose.

Aaron in fact is initially hostile – with some good reason, as Tebogo directly puts him (Aaron) on the defensive. The initial ambience is that of anger and indignation:

There was a deafening silence but only for a short while, as (Aaron) said: “What’s this rubbish about? Haven’t the police harassed me enough? Who cares if that tart disappears? What’s this for (expletive) sake!”

Yet a few minutes later the same Aaron becomes very affable and loquacious:

Aaron said (to Tebogo); “Pally, sit down and have a glass of drink…” (which Tebogo does, as they go on to talk)
(Page 27)

Chico, who comes across as tough as teak and not a man prone to being friendly, plays the perfect host when Tebogo inadvertently “visits” him at the farm:

Chico stared at me. Here was a strong man! On the few occasions we had met we had hardly talked, but now he was in an expansive mood. ‘Friend” he said to me “We never (really) got acquainted. In our neck of the woods here you can’t just walk past. You must have a tot of this stuff (alcohol)”
(Page 37)

The lady, Rose who has a baby for Seleke, the man who was about to wed Neo, is also entitled to feel cheated but when Tebogo, a complete stranger calls on her uninvited she is as welcoming as anybody can be under the circumstances. In fact she is sedately relaxing and drinking Coke with her sister when Tebogo enters her salon:

With old world courtesy both ladies stood up and ‘begged’ me to sit down. “Pls sir I’m Rose” the more slender one of the ladies said. “This is my sister, my older sister, ausi Maki…”
(Page 42)

Of course if one wants to be hypercritical here, one might argue that it was only logical that Rose would have offered Tebogo some Coke to drink (which she does not). Whether this is due to slack writing by the author is neither here nor there, though.

The important thing is how a chord of folksiness on the part of the people runs through this work. There is a strong, unforced feeling of camaraderie and bonhomie – in part also typified by the many jokes, smiles and grins – in Tebogo and the epithalamion. A feel good factor is reinforced despite the mystery involved; and it is almost as if we black Africans are reclaiming our heritage in the new Millennium.

ROOTED FROM THE HEART By Nthabiseng "Jah Rose" Jafta

Review by Pule Lechesa

(Above) The highly talented "Jah Rose" Jafta

The old Greeks had a word for it: hubris. This means pride. Unbearable, overweening, even irritating pride!

We might as well note that Hubris was considered a crime in classical Athens. It was also considered the greatest crime of the ancient Greek world; "outrageous treatment" in sum. It often resulted in fatal retribution or Nemesis, the protagonist’s downfall in general.

Yes, hubris! This is the distinct impression one gets whilst reading this work. This might as well be the work of a deluded potentate when we read early poems here with lines like:

“The crown I am wearing
The queen ship I feel…
(pg 1)

“Beautiful girl born…
A real beauty from the inside out
Gone and going to surprise the world”
(pg 3)

Admittedly, one must commend the author/poet f or ensuring that she produces a beautiful looking book, the fascinating cover, the litany of fine photographs of herself etc. the problem is that this is the only aspect beautiful about this work. This is a book that looks beautiful on our shelves – but sadly that’s where the beauty ends.

One’s mind goes to the magnificent English writer and playwright, Oscar Wilde who used to insist that works of art are not capable of being moral or immoral but only well or poorly made, and that only "brutes and illiterates," whose views on art "are incalculably stupid" would make such judgements about art. Aesthete though he was, many would disagree with this.

The insights provided by the poet, in the book Rooted from the Heart, if any, are negligible – even in the nigh average poems. Consider the poem “1652” for example...(pg 41)

“The abuse of power is what we see
All they do is blare instead of act
They are wrapped up with greed and selfishness
They earn millions yet they still scheme fraud
He he he...”

Alas, there is nothing poetic about these lines, no imagery, no puns, no exhilaration. We might as well be reading ordinary prose – like virtually all the poems in this book – instead of deceiving ourselves that this is poetry.

In the “poem” MISSING YOU (Page 64) one comes across a definitely bad piece of composition. The faults of style and misplaced emotions aside, there is a jarring vulgarity that finds expression in lines like this:

“The feeling from your touch
The feeling from your lips kissing mine from the neck
To only you and I know to where
The feeling from when you thrust
That snake growing under your tummy in me
And it makes me wanna go oooohhh!...”

No lines could be more banal, and irritating (not to talk of bordering on indecency for sensitive readers). There is nothing poetic here. We have seen distinguished African writers like Njabulo Ndebele, Soyinka and Laye writing about sex and incorporating superb imagery. Here we are confronted with pure unimaginative trash.

The same is true for “MONARENG” (Page 68)

“He became mine and I became his
I watched him sit on that toilet seat and
Chat with him like we were in a decent place
He lets me in...”

It is unlikely that even DH Lawrence at his most vulgar went this far, but at least he had luxuriant imagery to push his ideas further

But enough of the despair – let us end this review on a positive note. The poet writes late in the book about how therapeutic she finds her poetry:

“I have been going through my poems
It’s amazing how the stuff one writes
Seems to heal...”
(page 80 )

It is as well that she feels like she has been healed by her poetry. Pity she’s the only one; as readers are unlikely to feel such healing after going through this book.