Post by Onyango Oloo on Apr 19, 2015 17:45:09 GMT 3
(a poem by Onyango Oloo in Nairobi, April 19, 2015)
Saw
a bullet
proof vested
South African cop
Burly in his blue tunic
Smiling
idiotically
like
the Cheshire feline
of yore
for the eager
media cameras
Parading
before
the daylight inferno
In the middle of which
a young African
not from South Africa
on all fours
was crouching
stolidly
As he was
roasted alive
by a vengeful
foaming
frothing
mob
of black skinned
homegrown
delirious
xenophobes
Meting out
cowardly
injustice
to yet another
Amakwerekwere
Another African foreigner
What
was that bile
they were spewing
what was
that venom
they were spitting
what was that hate
They were baying
Something
like
No Pokomos in Polokwane
No Bembas in Bloemfontein
No Kikuyus in Kimberly
No Dinkas in Durban
No Malawians in Mpumalanga
In 2015 , just like 2013
and other recent years
domestic South Africans
hound and hunt
Africans
they deem foreign
They spit
the Amakwerekwere venom
at their African siblings
These Abantu
Who were once insulted
As Kaffirs on their own streets
In their own mother’s land
Today
These Abantu
devoid of Ubuntu
want none
of their sisters and brothers
From our Mother Land
Calling liberated South Africa
home to all of us Africans
Shame on you
Nephews and nieces
of Mkhulu Madiba
Shame!
Shame on you
Sons and daughters
of Zuma and Mbeki
Shame!
Shame on you
Sisters and brothers of
Chris Hani, Cheryl Carolus
Ruth First, Solomon Mahlangu
Basil February and Dulcie September
Shame!
Shame on you neighbours
Of Mac Maharaj and Ahmed Kathrada
Students of Jeremy Cronin and Bram Fischer
Shame!
Shame on you
cousins of Umkhonto we Sizwe and SACP comrades
Shame!
Forgetting who Patrice Lumumba was
Today you set on fire
Congolese refugees
seeking sanctuary
Not knowing what
the Tongogaras and the Mugabes
did for your country
You want to
knobkerrie to a bloody pulp
frightened Zimbabweans
Not remembering
how your stalwarts
were sheltered in Ethiopia
You make a blood sport out
of knifing fleeing Somali shopkeepers
Shame on you
xenophobic South Africans
shame!
I remember as a 16 year old in ‘76
Growing up
In Mombasa, Kenya
1976
the year of Oscar Petersen
1976
the year of the Soweto Uprising
1976
as a Kenyan teenager proud that
my compatriot Mike Boit
The best 800 metres runner
in 1976
Mike Boit the world beater
of his generation
Mike Boit opted to sacrifice
Olympic gold and a world record
At the 1976
Montreal games
By boycotting the Olympics
because South Africa’s
looming liberation
was more valuable
than a gold medal and world record
More recently
With Jamaicans, African-Americans,
Sri Lankans, Palestinians
Trinidadians and Guatemalans
We marched in the 1980s in North America
through Yonge Street in downtown Toronto
On our way to Nathan Phillips Square
for yet another rally
organized by Canada’s anti-apartheid movement
Chanting
down with Botha and De Klerk!
Free Mandela! Free Sisulu
Unban the ANC! Unban PAC! Unban SACP!
A few years down the road
After many demos and protests
Rallies and marches
In the spring of 1994,
almost exactly
twenty one years ago today
We ululated,
we danced half naked
In Côte-des-Neiges and Notre Dame de Grace
and all over Montreal, Quebec
Intoxicated with joy
Celebrating
with millions of South Africans
That just the previous day
Nelson Mandela was sworn in
as the first Black President of the new South Africa
And ANC was the new democratic government
in Pretoria, Johannesburg and Cape Town
Today you xenophobic South Africans
Who were toddlers
and runny nosed pre-teens
When Africa and the world
was fighting for your freedom
Today
you contemporary xenophobes
Have forgotten
how Africa
paid with blood, bombings and sanctions
For the prosperity
which you now think
Is your prerogative
to keep from your fellow Africans
Shame, shame
shame on you xenophobic South Africans
Shame!
Shame on you xenophobes!
Were you not sheltered
In Zambian urban estates
and Tanzanian rural villages
By the same people
you
Today
ignorantly
declare persona non grata
In Johannesburg and Pietermaritzburg
Shame on you
xenophobic South Africans
For turning worse
than the racist KKK goons
in the deep American South
Shame on you
xenophobic South Africans
For imposing de facto
Jim Crow on Kenyans and Ugandans
You ungrateful
xenophobic South Africans
You have conveniently
forgotten
How Mzalendo Samora Machel
was blown out of the sky
As Mozambicans paid the ultimate price
Donating their guerilla hero
for South Africa’s freedom
Shame, shame,
shame on you
xenophobic South Africans!
All over the African continent
In Accra, in Lagos, in Algiers
In Ougadougou, in Cairo
In Khartoum, in Antananarivo
In Kampala, in Luanda
In Yaounde, in Port Victoria
In Cape Verde, in Guinea Bissau
In Sao Tome and Principe
We all chanted
Amandla Nga Wethu!
We danced the toyi toyi
We intoned the earnest lyrics
Of your famous national anthem
Nkosi Sikelel’ iAfrika
With angry clenched fists
Over our determined chests
Praying with you
For freedom in your life time
Today you same
xenophobic South Africans
That we fought side by side with
Today you chase us
like rats
along the Durban beaches
Today you want to
hurtle us to our
ultimate untimely doom
From the 12th floor
of those Hillbrow
apartments in J’oburg
Where you used
to chuck your
dilapidated fridges and decrepit furniture
In that annual superstition
around New Year’s Day
Shame, shame
shame on you
xenophobic South Africans
I ask my SACP comrades
My brothers and sisters
Where are you
Dee Mashinini
Where are you
Comrade Sacky
Where are you
Comrade Mzala
fellow exiles in Tanzania
My fellow communists
and Radio Freedom programmers
who eagerly shared
Sechaba
and the African Communist
outside the ANC offices
in Mnazi Moja, Dar es Salaam
Tell me comrades
Tell me, Lucian
Tell me, Che Mathlako
Comrades
What happened
What happened to Uhuru na Uzalendo
What happened to Ubuntu
What happened to
Socialism and revolution
Pan Africanism and Internationalism
Tell me comrades
What happened
to the minds and souls
of millions of South Africans
Tell me comrades
When did xenophobic South Africans
lose their minds?
Saw
a bullet
proof vested
South African cop
Burly in his blue tunic
Smiling
idiotically
like
the Cheshire feline
of yore
for the eager
media cameras
Parading
before
the daylight inferno
In the middle of which
a young African
not from South Africa
on all fours
was crouching
stolidly
As he was
roasted alive
by a vengeful
foaming
frothing
mob
of black skinned
homegrown
delirious
xenophobes
Meting out
cowardly
injustice
to yet another
Amakwerekwere
Another African foreigner
What
was that bile
they were spewing
what was
that venom
they were spitting
what was that hate
They were baying
Something
like
No Pokomos in Polokwane
No Bembas in Bloemfontein
No Kikuyus in Kimberly
No Dinkas in Durban
No Malawians in Mpumalanga
In 2015 , just like 2013
and other recent years
domestic South Africans
hound and hunt
Africans
they deem foreign
They spit
the Amakwerekwere venom
at their African siblings
These Abantu
Who were once insulted
As Kaffirs on their own streets
In their own mother’s land
Today
These Abantu
devoid of Ubuntu
want none
of their sisters and brothers
From our Mother Land
Calling liberated South Africa
home to all of us Africans
Shame on you
Nephews and nieces
of Mkhulu Madiba
Shame!
Shame on you
Sons and daughters
of Zuma and Mbeki
Shame!
Shame on you
Sisters and brothers of
Chris Hani, Cheryl Carolus
Ruth First, Solomon Mahlangu
Basil February and Dulcie September
Shame!
Shame on you neighbours
Of Mac Maharaj and Ahmed Kathrada
Students of Jeremy Cronin and Bram Fischer
Shame!
Shame on you
cousins of Umkhonto we Sizwe and SACP comrades
Shame!
Forgetting who Patrice Lumumba was
Today you set on fire
Congolese refugees
seeking sanctuary
Not knowing what
the Tongogaras and the Mugabes
did for your country
You want to
knobkerrie to a bloody pulp
frightened Zimbabweans
Not remembering
how your stalwarts
were sheltered in Ethiopia
You make a blood sport out
of knifing fleeing Somali shopkeepers
Shame on you
xenophobic South Africans
shame!
I remember as a 16 year old in ‘76
Growing up
In Mombasa, Kenya
1976
the year of Oscar Petersen
1976
the year of the Soweto Uprising
1976
as a Kenyan teenager proud that
my compatriot Mike Boit
The best 800 metres runner
in 1976
Mike Boit the world beater
of his generation
Mike Boit opted to sacrifice
Olympic gold and a world record
At the 1976
Montreal games
By boycotting the Olympics
because South Africa’s
looming liberation
was more valuable
than a gold medal and world record
More recently
With Jamaicans, African-Americans,
Sri Lankans, Palestinians
Trinidadians and Guatemalans
We marched in the 1980s in North America
through Yonge Street in downtown Toronto
On our way to Nathan Phillips Square
for yet another rally
organized by Canada’s anti-apartheid movement
Chanting
down with Botha and De Klerk!
Free Mandela! Free Sisulu
Unban the ANC! Unban PAC! Unban SACP!
A few years down the road
After many demos and protests
Rallies and marches
In the spring of 1994,
almost exactly
twenty one years ago today
We ululated,
we danced half naked
In Côte-des-Neiges and Notre Dame de Grace
and all over Montreal, Quebec
Intoxicated with joy
Celebrating
with millions of South Africans
That just the previous day
Nelson Mandela was sworn in
as the first Black President of the new South Africa
And ANC was the new democratic government
in Pretoria, Johannesburg and Cape Town
Today you xenophobic South Africans
Who were toddlers
and runny nosed pre-teens
When Africa and the world
was fighting for your freedom
Today
you contemporary xenophobes
Have forgotten
how Africa
paid with blood, bombings and sanctions
For the prosperity
which you now think
Is your prerogative
to keep from your fellow Africans
Shame, shame
shame on you xenophobic South Africans
Shame!
Shame on you xenophobes!
Were you not sheltered
In Zambian urban estates
and Tanzanian rural villages
By the same people
you
Today
ignorantly
declare persona non grata
In Johannesburg and Pietermaritzburg
Shame on you
xenophobic South Africans
For turning worse
than the racist KKK goons
in the deep American South
Shame on you
xenophobic South Africans
For imposing de facto
Jim Crow on Kenyans and Ugandans
You ungrateful
xenophobic South Africans
You have conveniently
forgotten
How Mzalendo Samora Machel
was blown out of the sky
As Mozambicans paid the ultimate price
Donating their guerilla hero
for South Africa’s freedom
Shame, shame,
shame on you
xenophobic South Africans!
All over the African continent
In Accra, in Lagos, in Algiers
In Ougadougou, in Cairo
In Khartoum, in Antananarivo
In Kampala, in Luanda
In Yaounde, in Port Victoria
In Cape Verde, in Guinea Bissau
In Sao Tome and Principe
We all chanted
Amandla Nga Wethu!
We danced the toyi toyi
We intoned the earnest lyrics
Of your famous national anthem
Nkosi Sikelel’ iAfrika
With angry clenched fists
Over our determined chests
Praying with you
For freedom in your life time
Today you same
xenophobic South Africans
That we fought side by side with
Today you chase us
like rats
along the Durban beaches
Today you want to
hurtle us to our
ultimate untimely doom
From the 12th floor
of those Hillbrow
apartments in J’oburg
Where you used
to chuck your
dilapidated fridges and decrepit furniture
In that annual superstition
around New Year’s Day
Shame, shame
shame on you
xenophobic South Africans
I ask my SACP comrades
My brothers and sisters
Where are you
Dee Mashinini
Where are you
Comrade Sacky
Where are you
Comrade Mzala
fellow exiles in Tanzania
My fellow communists
and Radio Freedom programmers
who eagerly shared
Sechaba
and the African Communist
outside the ANC offices
in Mnazi Moja, Dar es Salaam
Tell me comrades
Tell me, Lucian
Tell me, Che Mathlako
Comrades
What happened
What happened to Uhuru na Uzalendo
What happened to Ubuntu
What happened to
Socialism and revolution
Pan Africanism and Internationalism
Tell me comrades
What happened
to the minds and souls
of millions of South Africans
Tell me comrades
When did xenophobic South Africans
lose their minds?