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Another Lover in the Crowd

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Wake me up before my poetry becomes a dream

on a bed made in haste to avoid waste,

in blankets that choke dreams,

and make a man marry in outer streams

When the mind chooses care to avoid stress

and the heart chooses love to accommodate lies

Love and Care go separate ways – from loving arms –

to find that Love loves another lover in the crowd.

How wonderful and selfish of me

to think that marrying would not set free.

Indeed, to possess and enjoy, alone, the fruit of trees,

a dream the world has come to please,

then Love will find another lover in the crowd.

In the same love,

the strong collapse in thunder,

and the weak stand on their bodies to miss their blunder.

Where the rise and fall of a man is a hobby – not for lovers –

love will find another lover in the crowd.

When Love is happy with another lover in the crowd,

lovers return to bother forgotten lovers in search of care

and loving arms are folded to dismiss a broken heart.

When the forgotten lover has another lover to cure with care,

Love will find another lover in the crowd.

Solomon Koikoi Nkadimang

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Women is who is man

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Women is who is man

Not the rib of a sick man

Women is from the rib cage of the master

Women is mosadi again

Mosadi is mother to my sister

Mother to my brother

Eyes closed rakgadi walks the pain

Her labour shapes the world

Her wisdom saves the world

Her love means the world

She is our queen

Respect

Mosadi is mother to my sister

Mother to my brother

Shoulders high kgaitsedi

Walks the dream

Her shoulders carry my wish

Her smile opens doors

Her hands open gates

Her voice opens hearts

She is our lady of song

Mosadi is mother to my sister

Mother to my brother

Open arms

Open arms

She hugs my breath

Her eyes guide the stars

Her beauty lights the skies

Her legs pave our path

She is our beauty of dance

Mosadi is mother to my dream

Mother to my pride

Mother to my life

Smoke in her eyes

Mme Mosadi sees beyond all those

Her well being makes a human being

Her songs make me sleep

Her back carries my prize

She is a palace of surprises

I speak women

Not a partial stroke in culture

You are shocked

Yes! She is a palace of surprises

Solomon-Koikoi-Nkadimang

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Biography

Solomon Koikoi Nkadimang was born in Postmasburg, Lohatlha, in 1964. Nkadimang’s commitment and love for the arts was confirmed when, in the early 1980s, he joined forces with Hilda Bernstein – author of Death is Part of The Process and For Their Triumphs and For Their Tears – to re-establish the Solomon Mahlangu Freedom College, Young Writers Association. After a need to strengthen the performing arts was identified, the author formed the Ahmed Kathrada Theatre Unit, with the help of Philiswa Biko, Theresa Bailey and Allen Marsden. Whilst Biko, Bailey and Marsden left South Africa to promote anti-apartheid oriented causes abroad, NKadimang remained – in East Africa – to script plays for delegations to Europe and other parts of the world.

In the mid-eighties, the author toured Europe and Asia with cultural productions that sought to educate the world about the plight of South Africans and the anatomy of apartheid as a crime against humanity. The author was also acknowledged in a documentary – that commemorated the tenth year of their slaying of Solomon Mahlangu – as a resourceful arts-and-culture practitioner in Tanzania; NKadimang co-organized the cultural programme of the ANC’s first international Conference at Arusha, in Tanzania, with Sanki Mthembu and Seiso Morapedi.

The author was appointed Deputy Regional Cultural Coordinator of the ANC in East African, towards the late 1980s and thereafter was commissioned by the ANC President, Oliver Reginalt Tambo, to join the National Cultural Ensemble of the ANC (Amandla) in Angola, where he was expected to write the post-production script of the ensemble. Most of the work had already be dome, by the president himself, in respect of choral music adaptions of great choral pieces – including the adaptation of Nelson Mandela’s Rivonia Trial speech, for stage recital.

NKadimang worked tirelessly under the mentorship of Mr. Jonas Gwanga and his fellow cast members to rewrite the script. The author then stayed on as an actor, later moving to Harare, Zimbabwe, with the ensemble, until it was repatriated – in its entirety – in the early 1990s.

Solomon Koikoi Nkadimang

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Biography

Solomon Koikoi Nkadimang was born in Postmasburg, Lohatlha, in 1964. Nkadimang’s commitment and love for the arts was confirmed when, in the early 1980s, he joined forces with Hilda Bernstein – author of Death is Part of The Process and For Their Triumphs and For Their Tears – to re-establish the Solomon Mahlangu Freedom College, Young Writers Association. After a need to strengthen the performing arts was identified, the author formed the Ahmed Kathrada Theatre Unit, with the help of Philiswa Biko, Theresa Bailey and Allen Marsden. Whilst Biko, Bailey and Marsden left South Africa to promote anti-apartheid oriented causes abroad, NKadimang remained – in East Africa – to script plays for delegations to Europe and other parts of the world.

In the mid-eighties, the author toured Europe and Asia with cultural productions that sought to educate the world about the plight of South Africans and the anatomy of apartheid as a crime against humanity. The author was also acknowledged in a documentary – that commemorated the tenth year of their slaying of Solomon Mahlangu – as a resourceful arts-and-culture practitioner in Tanzania; NKadimang co-organized the cultural programme of the ANC’s first international Conference at Arusha, in Tanzania, with Sanki Mthembu and Seiso Morapedi.

The author was appointed Deputy Regional Cultural Coordinator of the ANC in East African, towards the late 1980s and thereafter was commissioned by the ANC President, Oliver Reginalt Tambo, to join the National Cultural Ensemble of the ANC (Amandla) in Angola, where he was expected to write the post-production script of the ensemble. Most of the work had already be dome, by the president himself, in respect of choral music adaptions of great choral pieces – including the adaptation of Nelson Mandela’s Rivonia Trial speech, for stage recital.

NKadimang worked tirelessly under the mentorship of Mr. Jonas Gwanga and his fellow cast members to rewrite the script. The author then stayed on as an actor, later moving to Harare, Zimbabwe, with the ensemble, until it was repatriated – in its entirety – in the early 1990s.

Another Lover in the Crowd

Enlarge poem

Wake me up before my poetry becomes a dream

on a bed made in haste to avoid waste,

in blankets that choke dreams,

and make a man marry in outer streams

When the mind chooses care to avoid stress

and the heart chooses love to accommodate lies

Love and Care go separate ways – from loving arms –

to find that Love loves another lover in the crowd.

How wonderful and selfish of me

to think that marrying would not set free.

Indeed, to possess and enjoy, alone, the fruit of trees,

a dream the world has come to please,

then Love will find another lover in the crowd.

In the same love,

the strong collapse in thunder,

and the weak stand on their bodies to miss their blunder.

Where the rise and fall of a man is a hobby – not for lovers –

love will find another lover in the crowd.

When Love is happy with another lover in the crowd,

lovers return to bother forgotten lovers in search of care

and loving arms are folded to dismiss a broken heart.

When the forgotten lover has another lover to cure with care,

Love will find another lover in the crowd.

Featured Poem:

Women is who is man

Enlarge poem

Women is who is man

Not the rib of a sick man

Women is from the rib cage of the master

Women is mosadi again

Mosadi is mother to my sister

Mother to my brother

Eyes closed rakgadi walks the pain

Her labour shapes the world

Her wisdom saves the world

Her love means the world

She is our queen

Respect

Mosadi is mother to my sister

Mother to my brother

Shoulders high kgaitsedi

Walks the dream

Her shoulders carry my wish

Her smile opens doors

Her hands open gates

Her voice opens hearts

She is our lady of song

Mosadi is mother to my sister

Mother to my brother

Open arms

Open arms

She hugs my breath

Her eyes guide the stars

Her beauty lights the skies

Her legs pave our path

She is our beauty of dance

Mosadi is mother to my dream

Mother to my pride

Mother to my life

Smoke in her eyes

Mme Mosadi sees beyond all those

Her well being makes a human being

Her songs make me sleep

Her back carries my prize

She is a palace of surprises

I speak women

Not a partial stroke in culture

You are shocked

Yes! She is a palace of surprises

How does this featured poem make you feel?

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

Another Lover in the Crowd

Enlarge poem

Wake me up before my poetry becomes a dream

on a bed made in haste to avoid waste,

in blankets that choke dreams,

and make a man marry in outer streams

When the mind chooses care to avoid stress

and the heart chooses love to accommodate lies

Love and Care go separate ways – from loving arms –

to find that Love loves another lover in the crowd.

How wonderful and selfish of me

to think that marrying would not set free.

Indeed, to possess and enjoy, alone, the fruit of trees,

a dream the world has come to please,

then Love will find another lover in the crowd.

In the same love,

the strong collapse in thunder,

and the weak stand on their bodies to miss their blunder.

Where the rise and fall of a man is a hobby – not for lovers –

love will find another lover in the crowd.

When Love is happy with another lover in the crowd,

lovers return to bother forgotten lovers in search of care

and loving arms are folded to dismiss a broken heart.

When the forgotten lover has another lover to cure with care,

Love will find another lover in the crowd.

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