Conversations 01042014 at sunshine
“…Copo Kalvocoressi Montgomery,
Lucky M. Bulayani will tell you that as a writer and an orator, for him to
achieve anything noble, anything enduring, it must be by giving himself
absolutely to his material. And this gift of sympathy is his great gift; just
as it is Onalethuso Petruss Buyile Mambo
de Poet Ntema’s great gift; it is the gift of those who pursue their
virtues before they pursue the opinions of society. It is the fine resilience
(and focus) in them that alone can make their work grand. If we have the same
approach to life as young kinfolks, as entrepreneurs, as scientists, then we
cannot fail my brother. That is the survival mechanisms that can sustain us
all,” – Thabo Prince Katlholo.
“Life knows no other than life in
its realistic sense, and whatever one strikes to pursue, it is either you make
it or not. But whether you make it or not, it is upon such a soul to create,
initiate, meditate or brave, elevate or grave, celebrate or crave, etc. it
takes more than a corn to fill up the basket. As always said, life is a
spiritual journey irrespective of one’s religious affirmations. Even the toad
does none other than live. Or will thou go ask lions when they meet in their
desert or rain?” –
Onalethuso Petruss Buyile ‘Mambo de Poet’
Ntema.
“Art thou the poet and writer I
know? Art thou word that troubles poetry frequent a times! How can I do without
Buyile! Only to submerge my person into trembles like a leaf in a harmattan
season.” – Copo Kalvocoressi Montgomery.
“….And who that man is? He that
stands (taller) than seen, and stretch a little further when the going runs
rough… Or will thou (art) go ask the creator? From whence we come and so grow. Life and
existence unto us He (has long) granted without born. Who? Unto whom need we repel
or attract? Are we not human? Why do we say and tell the way we do? Why do we
say in broken voices? Do we surrender (un)to will-power and crawl? Are we not human? In what circumstances do we
become human, and what don’t we? Or will thou walk talk the poet inside yours
and mine to reveal the unknown? What don’t we know? What do we know? Such words we share as the
natural other redeems a distant heart; to keep going without fall, and rise
again, if and when we let be…” – Onalethuso
Petrss Buyile Mambo Ntema
[1] Source:
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Conversations with Lucky
abstract texts 11042014 at sundown
Lucky:
Brother, you write
Ntema:
Thanks king, we write. We tell.
Lucky:
we have a duty to do that man. If we didn’t do it, God would be very angry for
such talent to go to waste.
Ntema:
truthful oneBlood. And how is the man!
Lucky:
The man is relaxed, but work consumes me. And it will be okay in the end.
Ntema:
Yes my king. Birds have nests to which they rest by the night, and stars do
shine at night, but the moon shines brighter, and so does the day before; our
wish and hope for the new day come. And each soul must and or shall walk beyond
the walls, in narrow and thick.
Lucky:
O powerful poet! Blessed journey indeed, I am just about to reach Tsabong from Gaborone. The bus had a problem but it got well. And a good read
you just sent here, added to the order of tonight’s events.
Ntema:
And travelers know not their day or night, for their road is a journey between
miles of many talks. Worriedly or not, but in the end each one reaches their
destination, only time is...
- The Voice of a Shadow, 2015
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