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Requiem for KwaZakhele

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There is none else
But to mourn
Both equally your death
And perilous being.
For
Even in death
You haunt those
That are haughty
And cut short
The lives of whom
Are humble to dare dream.

Your barren abdomen
Has at long last spew
Bastards brave enough
To subdue
To stand upright against
The test of time,
To allow those who are oblivious
To pose the question,
who?

Azola Dayile

Featured Poem:

Pursuit of Happyness

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I have spent countless hours
At church,
Pubs
And strip clubs.
With pastors,
Prostitutes
And drunkards.
In pursuit of happyness,
The truth
And fleshly desires.
Sang happy songs with Hedonists
Travelled with Nomads,
Got high with Rastas
And broke bread with Pariahs.
Camped on bended knees around hell-like fires
To listen attentively to grown men liars.

Slaughtered sheep,
Goats
And cows
For this little bit of sanity
And crowded peace of mind,
But my hands are smeared with blood
And the dark cloud still looms closely behind
Where the hell is this love?
I only know hearts for pumping blood.
Not as an asylum for
Said feelings you people cannot even describe.

And do you remember
When god said “let there be light!”?
I was unfortunate
And cast out
To write this poem
With my tongue in the grim dark
I am convinced collecting empty beer bottles
And picking bread crumbs is my birth right.
I am still in hot pursuit
And the journey now leads me
To a mad house.

How does this featured poem make you feel?

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  • Pride (5)
  • Optimism (4)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (2)
  • Inspiration (6)
  • Reflection (4)
  • Captivation (0)
  • Peace (5)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (2)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (7)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (3)
  • Jubilation (0)

Comments

  1. Azola I’m so proud of you,carry on on doing hard work,your poems have always inspired me…goodluck! “Persuit of Happy” out done it!

    Vusiwe Charlotte Plaatjie

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Biography

Azola Dayile is a spoken-word poetry artist, literature scholar and all-round lover of the word. He hails from the streets of KwaZakhele in the windy city of Port Elizabeth, South Africa where he was born and bred for the past 20-something-odd-years.

His passion for reading and writing emanated from a very young age, having been involved in spelling and reading groups and contests from the tender age of seven years. However, it is only in high school that he became conscious of his writing and that is when he formally began writing poetry, even though never sharing it beyond his immediate peers.

In 2012 he joined the Culture Consciousness Society, hoping to grow his craft and become better at what he had been doing for some time.

All thanks to the universal forces of attraction, Azola met with up two fellow artists in Sisonke Papu and Unathi Slasha, with whom he co-founded and launched the Resonance Poetry Movement society at NMMU in March 2013.

His has since performed both inside and outside the Eastern Cape, has been published in local journals (also due to be published in the June .issue of the New Coin) and has had his worked featured on Radio L2K, a community radio station based in Uitenhage.

Azola Dayile

Biography

Azola Dayile is a spoken-word poetry artist, literature scholar and all-round lover of the word. He hails from the streets of KwaZakhele in the windy city of Port Elizabeth, South Africa where he was born and bred for the past 20-something-odd-years.

His passion for reading and writing emanated from a very young age, having been involved in spelling and reading groups and contests from the tender age of seven years. However, it is only in high school that he became conscious of his writing and that is when he formally began writing poetry, even though never sharing it beyond his immediate peers.

In 2012 he joined the Culture Consciousness Society, hoping to grow his craft and become better at what he had been doing for some time.

All thanks to the universal forces of attraction, Azola met with up two fellow artists in Sisonke Papu and Unathi Slasha, with whom he co-founded and launched the Resonance Poetry Movement society at NMMU in March 2013.

His has since performed both inside and outside the Eastern Cape, has been published in local journals (also due to be published in the June .issue of the New Coin) and has had his worked featured on Radio L2K, a community radio station based in Uitenhage.

Requiem for KwaZakhele

Enlarge poem

There is none else
But to mourn
Both equally your death
And perilous being.
For
Even in death
You haunt those
That are haughty
And cut short
The lives of whom
Are humble to dare dream.

Your barren abdomen
Has at long last spew
Bastards brave enough
To subdue
To stand upright against
The test of time,
To allow those who are oblivious
To pose the question,
who?

Featured Poem:

Pursuit of Happyness

Enlarge poem

I have spent countless hours
At church,
Pubs
And strip clubs.
With pastors,
Prostitutes
And drunkards.
In pursuit of happyness,
The truth
And fleshly desires.
Sang happy songs with Hedonists
Travelled with Nomads,
Got high with Rastas
And broke bread with Pariahs.
Camped on bended knees around hell-like fires
To listen attentively to grown men liars.

Slaughtered sheep,
Goats
And cows
For this little bit of sanity
And crowded peace of mind,
But my hands are smeared with blood
And the dark cloud still looms closely behind
Where the hell is this love?
I only know hearts for pumping blood.
Not as an asylum for
Said feelings you people cannot even describe.

And do you remember
When god said “let there be light!”?
I was unfortunate
And cast out
To write this poem
With my tongue in the grim dark
I am convinced collecting empty beer bottles
And picking bread crumbs is my birth right.
I am still in hot pursuit
And the journey now leads me
To a mad house.

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (5)
  • Optimism (4)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (2)
  • Inspiration (6)
  • Reflection (4)
  • Captivation (0)
  • Peace (5)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (2)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (7)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (3)
  • Jubilation (0)

Requiem for KwaZakhele

Enlarge poem

There is none else
But to mourn
Both equally your death
And perilous being.
For
Even in death
You haunt those
That are haughty
And cut short
The lives of whom
Are humble to dare dream.

Your barren abdomen
Has at long last spew
Bastards brave enough
To subdue
To stand upright against
The test of time,
To allow those who are oblivious
To pose the question,
who?

Comments

  1. Azola I’m so proud of you,carry on on doing hard work,your poems have always inspired me…goodluck! “Persuit of Happy” out done it!

    Vusiwe Charlotte Plaatjie

Your email address will not be published.