Spotlighting Pan-African Poetry

Biography

Suicidal Tendencies

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I, am pretty.
I am pretty dark, pretty distorted
like those images on your TV Screen
when you lose the signal…pshhht!

Distorted like a surrealist’s painting
I am the mirrored fragments of
my former selves having lost
the significant signal on my silver
I am left disfigured, maimed, wanting.

Darkness has taken possession of my
passions, while the others taunt me
with the magnitude of their sanities.
In sanity the others are!
While I, by death’s antics and theatrics,
am left with the inability to even applaud
their berated visions of self aggrandisement.

Bongiwe Dlamini

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I miss you

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your hands, your eyes
I miss exploring your mouth, your mind
I miss delighting my tongue with your lips
And breathing in the taste of you
I am pregnant with this yearning
this liquid desire like
molten lava in my vains.
I love how you cause me to…mmmh.
You move me in ways I want to put into verse.
See, you inspire.
Poetry drops from my tongue
at the mere sight of you.
My fingers have recently
discovered a seventh sense,
and it’s called “the essence of your deliciousness”.
With seven being the number of completion
You. Have. Made. Me. Come. Full. Circle.

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Biography

Bongiwe Dlamini was born in Swaziland on the 29th of September 1973, and grew up in Simunye in the Lowveld. While in Swaziland, she engaged with people from all parts of the continent and the world; Swaziland was during the 70s and 80s an alternative destination and exile for many due to Apartheid in South Africa. She relocated to Johannesburg in the 90s and began performing professionally as a musician in Johannesburg in 1995.

Whilst living shortly in Italy, she sang in a cruise ship for six months, coming down from Italy, though, Israel, Egypt, Seychelles, Mauritius, Madagascar and South Africa. Bongiwe is a member of the Trio Spirits Indigenous, a Afrocentric musical group that has performed in several spaces in Mbabane, at the Bushfire Festival and at the Grahamstown Cape Town. The other band members are Thobile Magagula and Gcebile Dlamini. Bongiwe has chosen Maputo as her creative base, where she now lives.

Bongiwe Dlamini

Biography

Bongiwe Dlamini was born in Swaziland on the 29th of September 1973, and grew up in Simunye in the Lowveld. While in Swaziland, she engaged with people from all parts of the continent and the world; Swaziland was during the 70s and 80s an alternative destination and exile for many due to Apartheid in South Africa. She relocated to Johannesburg in the 90s and began performing professionally as a musician in Johannesburg in 1995.

Whilst living shortly in Italy, she sang in a cruise ship for six months, coming down from Italy, though, Israel, Egypt, Seychelles, Mauritius, Madagascar and South Africa. Bongiwe is a member of the Trio Spirits Indigenous, a Afrocentric musical group that has performed in several spaces in Mbabane, at the Bushfire Festival and at the Grahamstown Cape Town. The other band members are Thobile Magagula and Gcebile Dlamini. Bongiwe has chosen Maputo as her creative base, where she now lives.

Suicidal Tendencies

Enlarge poem

I, am pretty.
I am pretty dark, pretty distorted
like those images on your TV Screen
when you lose the signal…pshhht!

Distorted like a surrealist’s painting
I am the mirrored fragments of
my former selves having lost
the significant signal on my silver
I am left disfigured, maimed, wanting.

Darkness has taken possession of my
passions, while the others taunt me
with the magnitude of their sanities.
In sanity the others are!
While I, by death’s antics and theatrics,
am left with the inability to even applaud
their berated visions of self aggrandisement.

Featured Poem:

I miss you

Enlarge poem

your hands, your eyes
I miss exploring your mouth, your mind
I miss delighting my tongue with your lips
And breathing in the taste of you
I am pregnant with this yearning
this liquid desire like
molten lava in my vains.
I love how you cause me to…mmmh.
You move me in ways I want to put into verse.
See, you inspire.
Poetry drops from my tongue
at the mere sight of you.
My fingers have recently
discovered a seventh sense,
and it’s called “the essence of your deliciousness”.
With seven being the number of completion
You. Have. Made. Me. Come. Full. Circle.

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (0)
  • Reflection (0)
  • Captivation (0)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (1)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (1)

Suicidal Tendencies

Enlarge poem

I, am pretty.
I am pretty dark, pretty distorted
like those images on your TV Screen
when you lose the signal…pshhht!

Distorted like a surrealist’s painting
I am the mirrored fragments of
my former selves having lost
the significant signal on my silver
I am left disfigured, maimed, wanting.

Darkness has taken possession of my
passions, while the others taunt me
with the magnitude of their sanities.
In sanity the others are!
While I, by death’s antics and theatrics,
am left with the inability to even applaud
their berated visions of self aggrandisement.

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