Spotlighting Pan-African Poetry

Biography

Turbo Charged Cities

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Yes you are right
this city is hard of hearing.
Though its glazed eyes sometimes glitter
like newly minted coins
look at the potholes on its smiling face

Observe its frayed nails
Listen to the unspoken menace
Issuing from office to ghetto
like putrid pasts
consider its microwaved ideas
as they speed along express lanes
of mangles hope and jaded claims
Watch the flow of its dodgy citizens
And the dizzy rush of its holy aliens
as they peddle trinketry

Even those burdened with sweaty chains
Petty pain
ossified smiles
of fast forwarded pleasure
And fast credit facilitated by
speed dialed buttons
seem to drunk with borrowed pride

This hollow ground
decorated with sickening stains
is adrift
but it will never listen to what you are saying
Well, you are right
Kissing the wind may be a more profitable pursuit
Turbo Charged capital cities
Never pause to consider input from blank faced painters

Tiro Sebina

Featured Poem:

Remembering Queen Nzinga & Young Africa

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In the scowling darkness that shadowed all dreams
I met a bodacious queen
Black and brazen
She was whistling a tune
Captivating but simple
Her song refused to be packaged
It was forever creating spaces

The authority of her smile
Invited even thunder to her beck and call
Her breath commanded the mighty hawks,
Warhogs and eagles.
Her trance like war dance
amazingly soulful

From the mighty Queen Nzinga
A sharp insular spark of energy
glowed eternally
Her ocean wide mind
her vibrant laughter
contained the wisdom of a million books
Her toes scratched the earth with pride,
She was a friend of the moon
and a friend to the tiniest of insects

Trees grinned and flowers glowed
in her hallowed presence
A tested friend of life
Her healing hand amended God’s mistakes
And comforted life’s orphans
Her generous mind fed millions of earnest hopes
and potent dreams

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  • Captivation (1)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
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Biography

Tiro Sebina teaches courses in Literary Theory and Criticism at University of Botswana. He also coordinates (UB) Writers’ Workshop on Wednesday evenings. His poems appear in a number of anthologies and journals. He coaches Creative Writing on Friday afternoons at the Gaborone Public Library’s Children’s Section. Besides contributing occasional book reviews, he intermittently writes opinion columns in some newspapers in Botswana.

Tiro Sebina

Biography

Tiro Sebina teaches courses in Literary Theory and Criticism at University of Botswana. He also coordinates (UB) Writers’ Workshop on Wednesday evenings. His poems appear in a number of anthologies and journals. He coaches Creative Writing on Friday afternoons at the Gaborone Public Library’s Children’s Section. Besides contributing occasional book reviews, he intermittently writes opinion columns in some newspapers in Botswana.

Turbo Charged Cities

Enlarge poem

Yes you are right
this city is hard of hearing.
Though its glazed eyes sometimes glitter
like newly minted coins
look at the potholes on its smiling face

Observe its frayed nails
Listen to the unspoken menace
Issuing from office to ghetto
like putrid pasts
consider its microwaved ideas
as they speed along express lanes
of mangles hope and jaded claims
Watch the flow of its dodgy citizens
And the dizzy rush of its holy aliens
as they peddle trinketry

Even those burdened with sweaty chains
Petty pain
ossified smiles
of fast forwarded pleasure
And fast credit facilitated by
speed dialed buttons
seem to drunk with borrowed pride

This hollow ground
decorated with sickening stains
is adrift
but it will never listen to what you are saying
Well, you are right
Kissing the wind may be a more profitable pursuit
Turbo Charged capital cities
Never pause to consider input from blank faced painters

Featured Poem:

Remembering Queen Nzinga & Young Africa

Enlarge poem

In the scowling darkness that shadowed all dreams
I met a bodacious queen
Black and brazen
She was whistling a tune
Captivating but simple
Her song refused to be packaged
It was forever creating spaces

The authority of her smile
Invited even thunder to her beck and call
Her breath commanded the mighty hawks,
Warhogs and eagles.
Her trance like war dance
amazingly soulful

From the mighty Queen Nzinga
A sharp insular spark of energy
glowed eternally
Her ocean wide mind
her vibrant laughter
contained the wisdom of a million books
Her toes scratched the earth with pride,
She was a friend of the moon
and a friend to the tiniest of insects

Trees grinned and flowers glowed
in her hallowed presence
A tested friend of life
Her healing hand amended God’s mistakes
And comforted life’s orphans
Her generous mind fed millions of earnest hopes
and potent dreams

How does this featured poem make you feel?

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

Turbo Charged Cities

Enlarge poem

Yes you are right
this city is hard of hearing.
Though its glazed eyes sometimes glitter
like newly minted coins
look at the potholes on its smiling face

Observe its frayed nails
Listen to the unspoken menace
Issuing from office to ghetto
like putrid pasts
consider its microwaved ideas
as they speed along express lanes
of mangles hope and jaded claims
Watch the flow of its dodgy citizens
And the dizzy rush of its holy aliens
as they peddle trinketry

Even those burdened with sweaty chains
Petty pain
ossified smiles
of fast forwarded pleasure
And fast credit facilitated by
speed dialed buttons
seem to drunk with borrowed pride

This hollow ground
decorated with sickening stains
is adrift
but it will never listen to what you are saying
Well, you are right
Kissing the wind may be a more profitable pursuit
Turbo Charged capital cities
Never pause to consider input from blank faced painters

Comments

Your email address will not be published.