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This is the end.
He walks alone
All by he-self
On his way, out.
This is the end.
He walks alone,
His imperial thoughts
And policies with him.
This is the end.
Out with the pale grey,
in with the darker
shade of view.
This is the end
of the great nightmare.
Forward to the new:
The moment has arrived.
Tuesday evening, 20th January, 2009, pinned to the idiot box, on SABC2 TV with Tim Modise; Obama-time has come!
Whose (American) dream
Will it be
This time around?
Whose American dream
Will be visited
Upon us all
This time around?
Whose American dream
Has come to you
From out Africa-way?
Whose American dream,
Traced from slavery
To Martin Luther King (at last)
To this new age?
Will your freedom reign
This time around?
Tuesday evening, 20th January, 2009, pinned to the idiot box, on SABC2 TV with Tim Modise; Obama-time has come!
The Forty-fourth president
(And male, to boot)
Of the United States,
So-called by those
Who wave its flag.
The Forty-fourth president,
Though the very first
Of a darker shade
Of political persuasion
(Still, male, to boot).
The Forty-fourth president
Will be compared
To those who
Waged war before (him).
The Forty-fourth president
Might be the first
To let freedom reign
And all be equal
(Be he still male, to boot).
Tuesday evening, 20th January, 2009, pinned to the idiot box, on SABC2 TV with Tim Modise; Obama-time has come!
Is Big Brother
(Done with us)
Out here in the dark
Of Africa and beyond
(notwithstanding Eskom)?
Is Big Brother done with us,
Over and out,
Or just disguised
As a darker brother-leader?
Is Big Brother done with us,
Done with us
And done with the America
Of the too recent past?
Are we free, at last?
Tuesday evening, 20 January 2009, pinned to the idiot box, on SABC2 TV with Tim Modise; Obama-time has come!
Pinch me moments
Have been many
Before today's inauguration
Of the USA's Barack H Obama.
Pinch me moments:
When the idiot box
Made its debut here
(The great propaganda box).
Pinch me moments:
Out there on the moon.
(Has any woman been?)
Pinch me moments:
Us in the voting queue, 1994;
Folk of all shades
Of political view.
Pinch me moments:
The White House imbued,
Now with an African-American
Darkening its lawns.
Pinch me moments…
Tuesday evening, 20th January, 2009, pinned to the idiot box, on SABC2 TV with Tim Modise; Obama-time has come!
'Pinch me moments' comes to us courtesy of Judge Albie Sachs, speaking at a fancy function at Monte Casino, Johannesburg.
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David Kapp
Who is this David Kapp
David Kapp is left-handed. He has been so for a while now. Born in Claremont, South Africa, long ago. Did a bit of primary school there. Moved to Belthorn Estate, Crawford in the nasty sixties of apartheid’s Group Areas Act, when his hair was still black. Belthorn, at some point, had an ‘e’ at its rear end.
Mom is an English teacher-activist, now retired; and is responsible for my book-wormish little habit of correcting folks’ grammar. Dad is a socialist trade unionist, now retired; and is probably responsible for my questioning everything questionable on this particular planet. My height – upwards, not sideways like certain of our politrickians – is due to my plumber granddad, my mom’s dad, with whom I share a birth date (of long ago!). My mom’s mom was English, in her ways.
School consisted of peanut butter sandwiches and football and stuff, at Heatherdale Primary (1967), Belthorn Primary (1968-1970), Athlone High (1971-1973) and Oaklands High (1974-1975) – I suddenly forget the school I attended in Claremont. Can I get amnesty for this? Drifted from Athlone High to Oaklands ‘cos he could not imagine doing Woodwork and / or Latin (there or anywhere) until matriculation. Nothing personal, you gather.
Worked as a computer operator, did lots of nightshift and plotting against the apartheid state.
Studied Adult Education at the Centre for Adult and Continuing Education (CACE), University of the Western Cape (UWC), 1989-1991, and worked at the Centre for about 7 years. Hair started changing colour. Hair also started getting bigger.
Later worked at a gender-training unit, GETNET, just over Athlone bridge, on the Cape Flats; the career centre CRIC in Kewtown, Cape Flats, and at a youth development NGO called RAG (Resource Action Group), all as a computer literacy trainer and a wannabee alternative lifeskills hack. Hair still big.
Realized – light-bulb style – in the main, whilst staying out yonder in the religiously and politically conservative, non-English territory of Beverley Park, First River (1989-2009) out in the Northern Suburbs, that “reading is the key”. Helped youngsters a bit out there with their reading, and was a “resource” and “safe space” for them to do their homework / school projects. Got myself involved as a Reading Helper / Volunteer, in 2008 (based at Athlone's Alicedale Primary School) with the NGO Help2Read.
Started writing in non-rhyming short sentences at a GETNET Gender Conference in December 2003 or thereabouts, with the naughty theories of Italian communist Antonio Gramsci humming in his ears courtesy of one comrade Ebrahim Rassool (who did an address around and about “seizing the moment”, Gramsci-style).
Thanks to this wondrous thing called the internet, I have continued to irritate and bore people here and elsewhere to this day, in a non-rhyming sort-of way.
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Comments
Nice R Kahendi | Mar 25th, 2009
Wow! You should write more.
hmmm Emperor Omorogiuwa Edionseri | Mar 30th, 2009
speechless!
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