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Collin the Bushman

Featured Poem:

A Shaman’s Spear

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It is the dawn of a new day
Where the cock crows melodies
that echoes harmonies over landscapes.
Where the eland stampedes rhythms
An ancient African heartbeat
That transcends out of a sub-Saharan divinity
It clicks at the oral traditions of time
Spirit that calls and
That speaks loud at the ears of ignorance

Tracking and repatriating the descent of the sun
Preserving what’s left,
a few more than just sticks and stones
Broken bows and arrows, clay pots and cells
And the stories that the tell without knowledge of self
It is just empty chance of long forgotten heroes
And those foes who stood up going down the river blues

Preserving the ruins of a tantalised culture
A distorted taste of intellectual development
In a desolated time and space
Captured and stripped naked
By the hands of the hatred who came
to annihilate the pride of the sacred
Dancing under blood set moonview
Rhythmic watchmen, ancient bushmen
Fostering the ruins and scatterings of my piece of history?
Being played and painted on a canvas of prejudice?
Portraying the social scales,
it is ten thousand to one?
But how can the heavens be shut for the tribesman
The holies of holies be forbidden for

For the San, say the sun is watchman
on the walls spotting the invader,
the disturbers of the peace
But like the pen of a skilful writer
The brush still strokes silhouettes of quantum expressness
On a stony canvas on a cave near Tolsriver in Ceres
Writings of the San in the sand
Preserving the origins of a most original man
Time got involved with space
And gave birth to the clans
Xoo..
!gam..
Koranna, Ham!goemqua
Griegiegwiequa
Attaqua, Hessequa
Obiqua
Hainiqua..

My voice my voice my voice
Still rise from the gardens of Gainiqua

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Biography

Collin the Bushman is an Attaqua bushman from a town called Dysselsdorp, on the outskirts of Oudsthoorn. He grew up in the Boland, Worcester area.

A poet, artist, bushman-blues/folk singer and musician, he is passionate about what he does. Part of his journey has been to rediscover his Khoikhoi roots. Living in a culturally diverse South Africa has inspired Collin to theme his work under the bushman heritage and culture.

Collin has been in the music and poetry industry since 1995. He started out in the hip-hop scene with the help of Black noise, P.O.C, Brasse van die Kaap, and Hip crew. He started out as a B- boy/MC, the culture of self-expression through music & art really inspired Collin to voice issues that were and are still relevant today. The issues addressed in his music & poetry are mostly around cultural & community awareness.

In 2011 Collin met up with rapper/artist/performer Jitsvinger, which led him to also working with the great spirit Jethro Louw aka Tannaman !xam. Combining his work with Jitsvinger and Jethro really took the poetry to a whole new level of Khoikhoi-culture awareness.

Collin the Bushman

Biography

Collin the Bushman is an Attaqua bushman from a town called Dysselsdorp, on the outskirts of Oudsthoorn. He grew up in the Boland, Worcester area.

A poet, artist, bushman-blues/folk singer and musician, he is passionate about what he does. Part of his journey has been to rediscover his Khoikhoi roots. Living in a culturally diverse South Africa has inspired Collin to theme his work under the bushman heritage and culture.

Collin has been in the music and poetry industry since 1995. He started out in the hip-hop scene with the help of Black noise, P.O.C, Brasse van die Kaap, and Hip crew. He started out as a B- boy/MC, the culture of self-expression through music & art really inspired Collin to voice issues that were and are still relevant today. The issues addressed in his music & poetry are mostly around cultural & community awareness.

In 2011 Collin met up with rapper/artist/performer Jitsvinger, which led him to also working with the great spirit Jethro Louw aka Tannaman !xam. Combining his work with Jitsvinger and Jethro really took the poetry to a whole new level of Khoikhoi-culture awareness.

Featured Poem:

A Shaman’s Spear

Enlarge poem

It is the dawn of a new day
Where the cock crows melodies
that echoes harmonies over landscapes.
Where the eland stampedes rhythms
An ancient African heartbeat
That transcends out of a sub-Saharan divinity
It clicks at the oral traditions of time
Spirit that calls and
That speaks loud at the ears of ignorance

Tracking and repatriating the descent of the sun
Preserving what’s left,
a few more than just sticks and stones
Broken bows and arrows, clay pots and cells
And the stories that the tell without knowledge of self
It is just empty chance of long forgotten heroes
And those foes who stood up going down the river blues

Preserving the ruins of a tantalised culture
A distorted taste of intellectual development
In a desolated time and space
Captured and stripped naked
By the hands of the hatred who came
to annihilate the pride of the sacred
Dancing under blood set moonview
Rhythmic watchmen, ancient bushmen
Fostering the ruins and scatterings of my piece of history?
Being played and painted on a canvas of prejudice?
Portraying the social scales,
it is ten thousand to one?
But how can the heavens be shut for the tribesman
The holies of holies be forbidden for

For the San, say the sun is watchman
on the walls spotting the invader,
the disturbers of the peace
But like the pen of a skilful writer
The brush still strokes silhouettes of quantum expressness
On a stony canvas on a cave near Tolsriver in Ceres
Writings of the San in the sand
Preserving the origins of a most original man
Time got involved with space
And gave birth to the clans
Xoo..
!gam..
Koranna, Ham!goemqua
Griegiegwiequa
Attaqua, Hessequa
Obiqua
Hainiqua..

My voice my voice my voice
Still rise from the gardens of Gainiqua

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (1)
  • Optimism (1)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (1)
  • Inspiration (4)
  • Reflection (2)
  • Captivation (1)
  • Peace (1)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (2)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (1)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (1)
  • Jubilation (1)

Comments

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