Spotlighting Pan-African Poetry

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Speaker

Enlarge poem

I feel connected to my inner self,
angry and disturbed
and as I stepped to the podium I felt my chest was stabbed
from with in

My heart beat harder as i knew I was jumping in
But i got louder and put this word that are in…
…Your ears
In…
…to my mouth
and my mouth speaketh out
And the speakers are not speaking
They are vibrating imitating
what my mouth bringeth out

If I’m louder than possible
then its because of the microphone
But the microphone does not amplify to that amplitude on its own
You’re going to need an amplifier
a mixer
and at least one loud speaker
I’m a speaker and I’m loud
so you won’t need your magnetic speakers
You need me

One native speaker whose nature is already loud
Who speaks when he’s given a chance
and speaks even louder when he’s not allowed

Who do I speak for
And who do I speak to
I speak to those who I speak for
And i speak to me too
As i recall the first time i was sent home for school fees at grade two
And feeding on Sadza reKenya back in 1992

Hot sitting at school tichipinda muClass na2
That was the class of the life I lived , I still do
And that’s who
I speak for
The so called second class citizen
Citizen class two

Madzitatiguru

Featured Poem:

Skeletons

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I’ve got some skeletons in my past
Skeletons that I’m revealing
Skeletons that form the bonds of weakness that I am feeling
Skeletons that hold together all the flesh that I am filling
Into the body of my story and gives it meaning

Skeletons from battles fought in battle fields
And battles felt in body fluids
Anti body bodies body building
Fighting off what could have ruined
That which you call me
Because I would have been ruins and skeletons would have been
Oh me

Me oh skeletons, Skeletons
Danger “Sikelemu”, Skeletons
Bones oh Skeleton
Skeleton speaking into microphone
Skeleton you Or skeleton me
Oh skeleton

I don’t mean to scare you and your scared little ones
But we are just skeletons
Waiting to die and dry up and be dry bones
Dry skeletons
So instead of just being dry skeletons
lets leave our footprints on the concrete floor

Like the valley of the dry bones
By-gones are not by-gones
but by-gones come back together like Ezekiel’s dry bones
By gones come back together like Mbuya Nehanda’s Dry bones
so Guns can spray like an insect spray called Baygon
but by God no gun can shot down my word
coz my word is my foot print
so here come my word

I wonder how long it will take us to open our eyes and see
I wonder when we are going to wake up and break out
be the Micheal Schorefields and be free
The what , the who , the when and the how
The how the who the when and the what
The dreams of what Martin Luther Junior wanted
The same Dreams of Josiah Magama Tongogara

To be living in a World of Peace
where we Share Equally…
…Each Piece so each of us gets an equal piece
The kind of world that we are living in a world like this
Every nation is a gangster
and he has a piece (Gun)

So if he ever gets Pissed off
Click-click “pop”
First fight with pistols and then we talk peace talks , peace agreements on a piece of paper
For a piece of paper
Called paper paper, money money,
Paper money stash
Spilling the blood of the innocent being equivalent to cash
First world governments of ignorance with policies of trash
Build it up to break it down to build and start afresh
This is hogwash , childish, kindergarten , crËche
Because War is something that peace cannot address

Because Peace on its own is a phase between wars
Just like the First world
Peace came in between then there was bigger
Second World War
Where nuclear bombs had to blow
So peace on its own is not enough
What we need is Peace, Harmony and Love

So that at least when we bury these skeletons
they will be skeletons resting in peace

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Biography

Born Tendekai Tati, Madzitatiguru is a Zimbabwean bi-lingual spoken word poet who recites poetry in the English and Shona. His Shona Poetry is recited in a style which he terms Urban-Ancient Poetry that consists of a mixture Conventional Shona and Modern Urban Street Language and focuses on local experiences. His English Poetry focuses on issues that affect the globe as a whole.

He debuted in 2011 at the House of Hunger poetry slam at the Book cafe in Harare where he was crowned the slam champion, he also performed at  the Afro Slam and  Poetry Slam that was held in Johannesburg, South Africa in 2011.

In 2012, Madzitatiguru performed during the Shoko festival . A month later, in the same year, he performed during Poetry Africa in Harare. He has also been featured at the Spoken word and Hip Hop event Mashoko and has twice appeared on local radio, Star Fm’s Wednesday Poetry sessions.

The poems Skeletons, Speaker and Nhau dzePadare are found on collection of Performance poems titled NhauDzePadare that are part of his performance arsenal.

Madzitatiguru

Biography

Born Tendekai Tati, Madzitatiguru is a Zimbabwean bi-lingual spoken word poet who recites poetry in the English and Shona. His Shona Poetry is recited in a style which he terms Urban-Ancient Poetry that consists of a mixture Conventional Shona and Modern Urban Street Language and focuses on local experiences. His English Poetry focuses on issues that affect the globe as a whole.

He debuted in 2011 at the House of Hunger poetry slam at the Book cafe in Harare where he was crowned the slam champion, he also performed at  the Afro Slam and  Poetry Slam that was held in Johannesburg, South Africa in 2011.

In 2012, Madzitatiguru performed during the Shoko festival . A month later, in the same year, he performed during Poetry Africa in Harare. He has also been featured at the Spoken word and Hip Hop event Mashoko and has twice appeared on local radio, Star Fm’s Wednesday Poetry sessions.

The poems Skeletons, Speaker and Nhau dzePadare are found on collection of Performance poems titled NhauDzePadare that are part of his performance arsenal.

Speaker

Enlarge poem

I feel connected to my inner self,
angry and disturbed
and as I stepped to the podium I felt my chest was stabbed
from with in

My heart beat harder as i knew I was jumping in
But i got louder and put this word that are in…
…Your ears
In…
…to my mouth
and my mouth speaketh out
And the speakers are not speaking
They are vibrating imitating
what my mouth bringeth out

If I’m louder than possible
then its because of the microphone
But the microphone does not amplify to that amplitude on its own
You’re going to need an amplifier
a mixer
and at least one loud speaker
I’m a speaker and I’m loud
so you won’t need your magnetic speakers
You need me

One native speaker whose nature is already loud
Who speaks when he’s given a chance
and speaks even louder when he’s not allowed

Who do I speak for
And who do I speak to
I speak to those who I speak for
And i speak to me too
As i recall the first time i was sent home for school fees at grade two
And feeding on Sadza reKenya back in 1992

Hot sitting at school tichipinda muClass na2
That was the class of the life I lived , I still do
And that’s who
I speak for
The so called second class citizen
Citizen class two

Featured Poem:

Skeletons

Enlarge poem

I’ve got some skeletons in my past
Skeletons that I’m revealing
Skeletons that form the bonds of weakness that I am feeling
Skeletons that hold together all the flesh that I am filling
Into the body of my story and gives it meaning

Skeletons from battles fought in battle fields
And battles felt in body fluids
Anti body bodies body building
Fighting off what could have ruined
That which you call me
Because I would have been ruins and skeletons would have been
Oh me

Me oh skeletons, Skeletons
Danger “Sikelemu”, Skeletons
Bones oh Skeleton
Skeleton speaking into microphone
Skeleton you Or skeleton me
Oh skeleton

I don’t mean to scare you and your scared little ones
But we are just skeletons
Waiting to die and dry up and be dry bones
Dry skeletons
So instead of just being dry skeletons
lets leave our footprints on the concrete floor

Like the valley of the dry bones
By-gones are not by-gones
but by-gones come back together like Ezekiel’s dry bones
By gones come back together like Mbuya Nehanda’s Dry bones
so Guns can spray like an insect spray called Baygon
but by God no gun can shot down my word
coz my word is my foot print
so here come my word

I wonder how long it will take us to open our eyes and see
I wonder when we are going to wake up and break out
be the Micheal Schorefields and be free
The what , the who , the when and the how
The how the who the when and the what
The dreams of what Martin Luther Junior wanted
The same Dreams of Josiah Magama Tongogara

To be living in a World of Peace
where we Share Equally…
…Each Piece so each of us gets an equal piece
The kind of world that we are living in a world like this
Every nation is a gangster
and he has a piece (Gun)

So if he ever gets Pissed off
Click-click “pop”
First fight with pistols and then we talk peace talks , peace agreements on a piece of paper
For a piece of paper
Called paper paper, money money,
Paper money stash
Spilling the blood of the innocent being equivalent to cash
First world governments of ignorance with policies of trash
Build it up to break it down to build and start afresh
This is hogwash , childish, kindergarten , crËche
Because War is something that peace cannot address

Because Peace on its own is a phase between wars
Just like the First world
Peace came in between then there was bigger
Second World War
Where nuclear bombs had to blow
So peace on its own is not enough
What we need is Peace, Harmony and Love

So that at least when we bury these skeletons
they will be skeletons resting in peace

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (3)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (1)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (0)
  • Reflection (0)
  • Captivation (1)
  • Peace (3)
  • Amusement (1)
  • Sorrow (1)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

Speaker

Enlarge poem

I feel connected to my inner self,
angry and disturbed
and as I stepped to the podium I felt my chest was stabbed
from with in

My heart beat harder as i knew I was jumping in
But i got louder and put this word that are in…
…Your ears
In…
…to my mouth
and my mouth speaketh out
And the speakers are not speaking
They are vibrating imitating
what my mouth bringeth out

If I’m louder than possible
then its because of the microphone
But the microphone does not amplify to that amplitude on its own
You’re going to need an amplifier
a mixer
and at least one loud speaker
I’m a speaker and I’m loud
so you won’t need your magnetic speakers
You need me

One native speaker whose nature is already loud
Who speaks when he’s given a chance
and speaks even louder when he’s not allowed

Who do I speak for
And who do I speak to
I speak to those who I speak for
And i speak to me too
As i recall the first time i was sent home for school fees at grade two
And feeding on Sadza reKenya back in 1992

Hot sitting at school tichipinda muClass na2
That was the class of the life I lived , I still do
And that’s who
I speak for
The so called second class citizen
Citizen class two

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