Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Good Bye

The night was quiet
And the wind whispered
As we drove through the heat
In silent thoughts, wishing
Sighing… Sighing…
Remembering… Sighing…
Good-bye… Sighing…

The night was quiet
And the wind whispered
As we drove through the heat
In silent thoughts, wishing
Sighing… Sighing…
Remembering… Sighing…
Good-bye… Sighing…

By: Keamogetsi j. Molapong

Monday, December 20, 2010

Words...: Good Morning

Words...: Good Morning: "Just today, this very now I was awaken by my sleep It forced my sleeping eyes Wide bright awake open Just this very now, tonight I rose to ..."

Monday, November 29, 2010

The Sharp End of Poetry

I write poetry because
I want to say something; because
I have something inside which
I wish to bring to the fore.
I write because
I can and have and will always do.
I write to right what I think is wrong.
I write with passion for
I write from my heart,
I formulate words with my mind and
I ink it down with my hands.
I write in an effort to empty myself; others cry but
I write.
I write from the perceptive
I am and will continue doing so because
I am part of that perspective.

This is not a poem.

Words...: Not Approved

Words...: Not Approved: "I am not alive to be approved by youNeither am I here to be told to go thereThe poems I write are not meant to please anybodyYour applause a..."

Sunday, November 28, 2010

People Do Die

When we walk in the streets
And we are like insane, new
The people glee at us, walking
As if we will be here, forever
Walking on borrowed time
Forgetting that people die.

By: Keamogetsi j. Molapong

Sunday, November 21, 2010

My Sleep

Again
I just lost
My sleep
To thoughts
Drenched in sweet

Underneath
My night pillow
Thoughts snatched
My sleep right under
My exhausted self
And braved the long road
To a land occupied by ideas

It was just a while ago
That I was under the spell
Of a heavenly tiredness
A drowsiness I embraced
And took myself to bed
Hoping to put my body
To a peaceful sleep, so deep
The heat wave would envy
Me, resting my body but…

Like a thieve
In darkness and night
My restless thoughts
Dragged the sleep
From underneath me
With so much purpose
That I ended up writing
This poem that is ending


By: Keamogetsi joseph MOLAPONG

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Walking Talking

I walked and the people they talked
The people they talked and I walked
I walked and the people they talked
The people they talked and I walked

I stopped and the people they shopped
The people they shopped and I stopped
I stopped and the people they shopped
The people they shopped and I stopped

I asked and the people they answered
The people they answered and I asked
I asked and the people they answered 
The people they answered and I asked

I asked and the people they asked
The people they asked and I asked
I asked and the people they asked
The people they asked and I asked


By: Keamogetsi j. Molapong

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Mass Diss’em-Stration

So they have won again
Celebrating our foolishness
Congratulating each other
In the dark corridors of greed
Gesturing in codes and signs
Learnt at meetings of meetings
A fire they started has been quilt
Smothered into silence and smoke

Jesters are kept quiet, silenced, muted
With promises of emptiness, nothingness
For their responsibility is to be irresponsible
Irresponsive and invisible but kept for their votes
Their numbers to swell the greed and corruption
Dressed in suites and political attires, smiles and teeth
Hidden behind the masks of promises and appointments
More bureaucratic structures put in place to protect kind and kin

By: Keamogetsi joseph MOLAPONG

Monday, November 8, 2010

This Poem

I woke up
And found
A short line
Of a poem
Lying abandoned
By the corridors
Of my creativity

I picked it up
And followed
The link it had.
Till it lead me
To a mic stand
Topped by a mic
Facing me, smiling

Linked the mic was
To an amplifier
To speakers
Staring at people
Waiting for meaning
To stream meaning
Through this mic

I walked back
To my corridors
To search within
The stacks and piles
Of poems to find
The rest of the poem
I am going to recite.

By: Keamogetsi joseph MOLAPONG

Monday, November 1, 2010

A Civil Thought

When civilisation
Bites on the tolerance
Of its citizens
What do politicians do?

They celebrate,
Appoint lawyers
And plan the next
Disastrous Project

When the armpits
Of civilization
Smells of arrogance
What do politicians do?

They pass new laws
To protect, save guard
Their personal interest
And frame the policies

By: Keamogetsi joseph MOLAPONG



* Dedicated to the struggling citizens of Stuttgart, Germany. Their cause is against Stuttgart 21.

SADC Poetry Festival

The idea of having a SADC Poetry Festival was not far fetched as already Windhoek and Gaborone have experienced the excitement of having poets from the region, workshop, share, recite and perform poetry indoors and more importantly outdoors. The ideal s to take poetry to the people, outside the comfort of walls and intellectuals to the people on the streets, in the open markets, shopping malls, etc. the SADC Poetry Festival is breaking the understanding that poetry is an elitist hobby. It is bringing the stink back to the word through performances in the dust and dirt where the majority of people live and interact daily.

The poetry network in the regions is certainly growing, as more and more poets are sharing platforms and ideals with each other. In so doing they are "cross fertilizing" each other.  Politicians called it regional integration and I call it a finding each other and celebrating our intelligence, creativity and lives  Where is the next SADC Poetry Festival, many  have asked me. Soon we'll all know. Hopefully we'll meet there, again.

For now I just want to encourage the poets to keep on writing and reciting their works. We write from the hearth and voice our feelings and fill our own emptiness with words.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Social Critique in Namibian Poetry (A bunch of us and People’s Place)

Good evening and thank you for coming. (Pause) I was asked to talk on Social Critique in Namibian Poetry and I am gladly going to do just that. 


I grew up in a NGO world, meaning I have been involve and involved in community development work through the Bricks Community Project, an NGO that incorporated community media and culture as tools for social and economic development. Through it’s Cultural Unit, Bricks advocated the use of Community Theatre for the Purpose of developing and empowering communities throughout Namibia. Being part of the Cultural Unit, I was exposed to the themes and issues relevant to a Namibia that just attained independence. As early as 1990, I was already socially aware of the disparities in the country and by using theatre as a developmental tool, I was involved in community awareness raising and development. It was a time when everything made a 180 Degree change from Afrikaans to English. Our minds were still vibrating from the toy-toying and the National Anthem was still the number one hit in the country. 


A bunch of us had our own ideas and started doing our own awareness raising, reading and sharing tales of literature. Talking about writers like Ngugii wa Thiongo, Dambudzo Marechera, Steven Bandu Biko and being obsessed with Artists like Mzwakhe Mbuli and Mutabaruka. The talk of revolution and independence was still on our tongues when we established Ama Poets, a poetry group that strived to make Namibians politically consciousness and to write and recite poetry that was relevant to our own people. 


We were the Ama Poets, the real poets, so to speak, in Namibia and we performed at various platforms in Windhoek and outside , from cultural Centres to launches, festival and NGO functions. Ama Poets dealt with real issues affecting the Namibian people, we moved away from the reading of poetry to recitations, dramatizations, recordings and even publishing of our own poems. Ama Poets mixed poetry with music, drama and chants. We took the Journey of the Emancipated, a poetry production we developed and performed to various platforms. As I have said, we used the Queen’s language (English), a language which we adored but which never adored us. If I may use a phrase from Boli’s poem of yester-year


Back then surnames like Molapong, Sidwaba, Mootseng, Kambule, were not the average surnames in Namibia and many times we were considered to be foreigners. This was said by a well ranked politician who attended one of the many performances. We are all poets… waiting for the last moment to die, this was the slogan of Ama Poets and it speaks for itself. Our poems dealt with both social and political issues, we spoke against injustices and in the same vein made it a point to make people appreciate themselves. 


Since this is election year, I will not quote people; I might just misquote them and cost them their ranking. So I will read you one of my poems

INTRODUCTION

I WAS BORN BLACK
THROUGH A STRONG BLACK WOMAN
IN A BLACK COMMUNITY
FOR THE BLACK PEOPLE
WHO LOVE BEING BLACK

AS A BLACK CHILD
I GREW UP IN A BLACK TOWNSHIP 
WHICH IS CALLED KATUTURA
A BLACK WORD MEANING
WE THE BLACK NATION
OF THIS BLACK CONTINENT
WILL NEVER STAY WHERE
WE DON’T FEEL BLACK
THE WAY BLACK PEOPLE FELT
FOR THEY WERE BLACK

EACH LINE IN MY POEM
IS FROM A BLACK POINT OF VIEW
AND BEING BLACK, MY FRIEND
IS PART OF MY NATURAL BEING
IN ORDER TO RELATE TO ME
YOU WILL HAVE TO ACCEPT THE FACT
THAT I AM A BLACK MAN

I can say that the slogan of Ama Poets: We are all Poets, has been realized… so I think. In recent years more and more people have out grown their closets and are involved in the writing and reading of poetry. We have seen some poetry movements taking root in Namibia, many more organizations and institutions are encouraging poetry and the publishing of it. Poetry has moved from being an individual scrambling on paper to public platforms and even the WWW


I have always used poetry to make social commentary and will continue to do so. Poetry has become a medium through which I expressed my observations and the questioning of some of the injustices. Be it political or social I write about it. And being a citizen of Namibia, I have not experience anything out of the ordinary after my poetry performances apart for the discomfort some people feel. Should you write poetry about flowers, the sunshine or even the dead cockroach I appreciate that but poetry can be used more effectively than just for pleasure. It is a known fact that Arts in general played a vital role during the struggle and literature and poetry has always been used to consciously bring the readers to a common understanding. So has poetry also been used by the previous guys. 


Poetry today has lost that sharpness in it. It has become just another thing, writing that reflects individual pleasures or pain. I suppose this mirrors the kind of society we have become, Individuals. The themes poets or rather writers of poetry explore are limited to just words, sex and vanity. The social and political commentaries are left to politicians and analysts whom we know are removed from the general society. The writers of poetry have lost some essences of writing poetry. As much as it has to do with the using of the word, many of the poems we read today have no substance. It doesn’t allow the reader or listening to appreciate its crafting.


Poetry can and has been used to look at society critically. I still DO that, especially now that so many people are writing and reading poetry. Ama Poets have used poetry to inform and at times incited the listeners, Kitso Poets have used poetry to encourage the art form and through Township Productions, I am trying to encourage the written poetry. As an individual writer, I am trying to sharpen poetry for it to penetrate all shields of ignorance.

I thank you

Poetry and I

With the passing of years, I have come to know a lot of poets from different backgrounds. And with all of them I've shared the stage and the Word. I've come to appreciate many forms and styles of both writing and performing poetry. It made me think about the times I started writing poetry many years ago.

At my age I am already regarded by many in Namibia as a veteran in poetry. But again you must understand that Namibia is a politically young nation and everything we did the past 20 odd years was regarded as pioneering. So I am regarded as a poineer of poetry. This is the situation in Nambia.

Having been part of many poetry events and especially festivals, I have come to see myself as a companion in this great trek of forming meaning through poetry. I am just an infant in the village of poets and I am quite appreciative of that. As being an infant, it helps me to learn from the global veterans of poetry, prose and other creative writings.

I have discussed poetry with elders, grey haired poets who have parentally breathed inspiration in my writing and involvement in poetry. Like they say a person is a person because of other people. The same goes for me. I am a poet because of other poets.

Inspiration does not only come from the elders but also from the younger ones. I have met young poets who are transforming the way poetry is performed. Even though at times, they all sound the same and copy more from other people than invent their own styles of performing poetry. Despite this, they gave me a sense that poetry doesn't belong in the shelves of member driven libraries. They themselves have become the libraries, books that can spit rhyms and bring to life the word written on a piece of paper.

Poetry has come of age, even in Namibia and it brings joy to me. A twenty years process for me is re-volutionised in a matter of months. There are more inspirations and more younger people have opinions about everything. Hence the desire to be heard and seen.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

About MOLA

Travelling to Swaziland
Keamogetsi joseph Molapong has been writing poetry since 1990. He was instrumental in establishing the two Windhoek poetry groups Ama Poets and Kitso Poets in 1992 and 1996 respectively. Together, they or­ganised poetry competitions promoted by the publisher New Namibia Books, as well as by the Namibia National Student’s Organization (NANSO), the National Planning Commission, the Legal Assistance Centre, and others.

As part of Ama Poets, Keamogetsi joseph Molapong recorded poetry with the British Broadcasting Corporation (BBC). Ama Poets re­ceived public attention through numerous performances, articles in local newspapers, and interviews. The staging of the poetry production Journey of the emancipated in 1992 became a major success of the group.  As a founding members of another poetry group called Kitso “Knowledge” Poets, Keamogetsi joseph Molapong contributed to We Opened the Door and Saw Ourselves, (New Namibia Books, 1998). With Kitso Poets, Keamogetsi joseph Molapong continued to explore poetry at several competitions and workshops. They recorded with both the Namibia Broadcasting Corporation TV and Radio. Further interviews, recordings and poetry broad­casting were done with the Katutura Community Radio (KCR), Radio Netherlands. A number of poems appeared in The Namibian.

Caught by Thoughts in Berlin
In 2002 the poet produced a poetry production called The Black People I Know, his last poetry production. In the same year, he was invited to share his poetry with students from the University of Ulster, Northern Ireland. During his month-long stay a major poetry performance with drama students took shape. The visit came to fruition with Come Talk Your Heart (New Namibia Books, 2005). Keamogetsi j. Molapong, among many other creative ac­tivities in the fields of drama and poetry, participated in the following publications: Action! An Introductory Drama Manual, African Origin and Civilisation; Poetically Speak­ing; Bricks Magazine. Body and soul a poet, he devotes himself to the enrichment of Namibian poetry. Recently, he has credited another collection of poetry entitled In Search Of Questions (BAB, 2005). This was a limited edition of tribute to Carl Schlettwein, the founder of Basler Africa Bibliographien (BAB), which promotes publishing activities and scientific research on the Southern African region, and, in particular, Namibia, focusing on culture and history. In 2007, Keamogetsi joseph Molapong participated in the 11th Poetry Festival in Durban, South Africa. Together with 20 other poets from the globe Keamogetsi joseph Molapong, read, recited and facilitated poetry sessions with school learners in the townships of Durban. He recently participated in the Poesiefestival Berlin 2009 (26 – 30 June 2009) in Germany, where he shared the stage with poets from Southern Afrika.

In 2008, through an initiative called Township Productions, Keamogetsi joseph Molapong started a poetry publication called POETREE, which up to date has seen 5 Editions. POETREE is published bi-monthly through the grants from the National Arts Council of Namibia (NACN). This project aims to publish poets who otherwise would never see their poetry in published and book form. Additionally Township Productions has also worked on and published 3 other poetry anthologies. Keamogetsi joseph Molapong has started working on his second poetry collection called The Scares On My Skin which he plans to publish next year. The publication will be a result of 3 poetry shows Produced by Township Productions. The Scares On My Skin 1, will be performed before the end of the year with The Scares On My Skin 2 & 3 scheduled for the following year.

Poetry Reading In Durban
The themes of his poetry mainly focus on social critique of the many harsh ineq­uities of post-independence Namibian society.  As such he has contributed recitations to such as Book Launches, Festivals, Commemorations, etc. Because of the nature of his Poetry, Molapong has presented his work at the University of Namibia, for the Department of English and the Department of Sociology respectively.