Tswana Same: Poko Puo

Tswana Same: Poko Puo

Bitso lame ke bidiwa Mambo,
Monnatia ke tshwere sekano;
Ka dipina le maboko,
Ke duma jaaka Duma Boko;
Ke bua ke sena lekoko, ke tsholeditse mabogo,
Gake bate (tsone) diphoso, ke tshaba le (tsone) dimoko,
Tsothe tseo ke dinnoto, monna-tota hakena bosso,
Ke palamela dithaba tsa godimo ka maoto,
Ke galaletsa Rara (wa) magodimo ke obile maoto,
Ke aramela tsatsi le legolo, ke mogolo;
Ke seanamarena sa bagolo, ntwakgolo,
Mahoko a bagolo, ke dimpho tse di kgolo,
Gola ngwanaka o te o bone tse di kgolo,
Gola ngwanaka ke puo tsa bagolo,
Bagolo ba bogologolo tala,
Ba buile ba maloba ba re thako ya phala,
Ke letshwao la dikgomo tsa lesaka ke dikala;
Tsa mokgalo di a hala, ka mathare a matala,
Ke mmala wa sebilo mo-Afrika monnatia,
Ke tshwana le mmino wa makaba a bagaka;
Ke raletse sekaka sa Kgalagadi ke mogaka,
Ba lekile ga retela ka bogadi ba mabela,
Ke dikile ke relela ke dipadi ka mabela,
Ke molemi wa mahoko ka botaki nka tsenwa,
Ke molebi wa majako ka bopaki nka henya,
Ke mohenyi wa makwalo ka dibaki nka senya,
Ke motsei wa dipalo ke sena bo-mmati jaaka Mmammati;
A ko o mpelegele ngwana yo ke a lema, ke lema kele nosi,
Mothoka-ina wa ka jeko ke loma le dinotshi,
Ke rotoga Matsaudi ha gare ga dikhuti,
Ke pula ya maloba ke pula ya medupi,
Dibuka tsa maloba ke di bula ka seditsi,
Diphuka ke mebala ke lebelo jaaka pitse,
Ke dipitse ka mebala, ke di bone (ko) Bonwapitse,
Ke phomphokwe wa MoYeyi, kgantshwane sa boditse,
Ke tsoma ka segai, ka letoa le pampiri;
Ke kwala ka pelo le ditoro, mothaba-phiri,
Ke tau ya dikgwa batana se mariri,
Ke rora kgakajana le nkutwe ko mahuri,
Ke pora jaaka nnana kokolehutwe, ke kantini,
Ke bua ka majato ha ke bua tswana same,
Nkate kgarejwana ka lerato ata same...

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Buyile Petrus Onalethuso Ntema

Book: The Voice of a Shadow, 2017

a Setswana native praise poem. 

Mambo & the Nature Voices Folk-Jazz & Poetry live band

The Voice of a Shadow (2017) Book Cover drafts

Creativity, Culture and Tourism - the Journey

Having been advocating and practically being a Creativepreneur, since 2010 trying to have an ear of relevant authorities that 'Creativity, Culture and Tourism' were and or are alternative travel packages to diversify the nature-based tourism product. I have written articles and business proposals that have been somehow ambiguous to the naked eye yet ambitious to the blind man, applied for whatever grants and or loans there be but rejected and regarded a deviant Youth that only takes pride in Arts, Culture and Tourism. Even coined 'Creative Cultural Tourism' as a social business concept. Even coined 'Creativepreneurship' as a socio-cultural and creative travel and tourism industry(ies) and registered a multi-operational company in September 2012 after which I quit my 9 to 5 job in the civil society in December 2013, and opened an Art & Craft market for African art, craft and cultural artworks/products in Kasane. And a Cultural Safari travel agency; Chizo Travel & Tours which forms the backbone of our operations, and a live acoustics Folk-Jazz & Poetry band - Mambo & the Nature Voices, and authored my first self-Published poetry anthology "SOUL SEEDS" on February 27, 2014 through Xlibris Publishing UK. Also co-founded Chobe Alliance for Arts Organization (CAAO) in October 2015 for collective voice of the creative arts and culture, serving as its current Coordinator since May 1, 2016. Invited by Voelkerkunde Museum (Hamburg Germany) in November 2015 to attend 'Market of Nations' event. And a supporting act to Poetavango's Maun International Arts Festival in 2014 and 2015, and Sexaxa Community Development Trust through the upcoming SEXAXA CULTURAL EXPERIENCE. What a journey...One day the tourism shall smile for what I have sweat for in ages. Looking forward to attending the 'Tourism Cluster Development Training workshop' at the invitation of Botswana Tourism (BTO) early next week. oneBlood.

Being Human part 35

Being Human part 35

Certainly I am certain that definitely I am human,
For humans are normally 
And naturally
Considered a person
When persons of man betray their souls behind curtains,
But definitely I am human and unfortunately I am human,
I have been human and amicably I am a truant,
A poetic serenade that serenades through echoes of the prudent,
A duet, for commoners become conscious minded like students
Of a sacred lesson, abducted, yet rejected ones in shanty towns resided
Their daily lives with hopeful eyes to the hand of the cruel
When the little they gathered would suddenly disappear
In pockets of the few hands of their master, for truants
Are usually regarded forsaken
Beings in patterns of their own kind like humans,
Certainly I am certain that definitely I am human,

Actually I was seven when servants

Surround their masters to begin their long walk to freedom,

And freedom 

Is attained by will-power when misty days of their struggle

Faded in thunder balls like states of matter. 

Ancestral instincts had frowned

In heavens drowned when servants 

Crowned their persons 

From the battle field as though war had finally settled

And buried under cold winter feet in days of windy dusty

Skies before eyes of a human,

For swallows would soon soar when bird calls of eagles had sadly

Returned with empty hands from the wilderness, 

But definitely I am human and unfortunately I am human,
I was alone in the wilderness of thought to provoke my human

Being, my conscience; for conscious ones promote social values

And customs with a notion of peace and comfort 

In the heart of a human soul. I was eleven

When I lost my strength

To the teeth of a stranger. A paw of a lion

And tiger. The power of life between the after shadow, the statutes

In the law of nature. I died before the day I would die, gratitude

Is my only friend when days conceive their strange essence,

And strangers tend to be human like humans...

And traitors bend the rules for dictators and navigators

Of the new world order, yet they often betray their human 

Other when seasons fall on their shoulder. I was kind but cruel

To be the human I perceived but envied the inner man

Beneath these bones of my skin.

Certainly I am certain that definitely I am human,

And I believe (that) the price of peace is just as dreams of a poor person,

An orphan, deserted in desert winds like birds

Flying away with broken wings. It is unfortunate

To forget the unknown, the sad realities when joy surrounds

The heart of a loner, for life is just as clouded as human,

An extraordinary human that which no scale would measure

But seeking knowledge.

Definitely I am certain that unfortunately I am human.

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Onalethuso Petruss Buyile Ntema
The Voice of a Shadow: Life, Reality and Mental Inspiration poetry
2017. 

Being Human is a series of poems but characters of a human in its complex nature. The poetic word play implies a broad thinking reader; the reader that speak as they read through each line but inside their heart where greatness of the mind takes precedence. It holds no measure to be human. And tragedies test our nature; human nature, as so would good. We are just human. And being human is what you become as a human being. 

Ntema (Black) Mambo (Heritage)! Mutsharaa!

Mambo Ntema  

Voice of a Shadow (I am the)

...I am the voice of a shadow,

The word that echoes in silent whispers of the dark night,

The circumstance. I’m the drifter, the voice beyond shadows

Of an innocent face. I’m the shadow,

For images of little beings in villages have become characters

In my dream like a vulnerable king of a defeated tribe

When tribal wars ravaged their soils a while ago,

 For time tells in its own word when rainbow shadows

Seduce our mental kind before sunrise.

But we rise to fall when fallen.

For every human has a shadow, a voice.

And I am that shadow;

The voice of a shadow that speaks its mind

When eyes

Of nature honoured Mother Nature's kindness with open arms.

I’m the voice to a shadow, the song, the poem,

The word beneath soils of the Kalahari.

For I am human;

And being human is just as human as a new day,

When shadows fall for the day unknown,

I ‘m the shadow…..

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©Onalethuso Petruss Buyile Ntema

The Voice of a Shadow: Life, Reality and Mental inspiration poetry anthology, 2017

Poem Title: The Voice of a Shadow ( I am)

Video promo Directed & edited by Masule Kachana – DeBoo Photography & Video productions.

Video published by John E O’Hara – Poetry E Train Africa (USA) www.poetrytrain.com

Supported by Ilanga Tours www.ilangatours.com/packages Kasane, Botswana.

Credit to Chobe Alliance for Arts Organization (CAAO), Kasane

Label: Mambo & the Nature Voices folk-jazz & poetry live band

Commissioned by OPN Group of Companies (PTY) LTD

Sponsored by Chizo Travel & Tours, African Arts & Crafts

 

Video promo links:  Poetry Train MamboNtema poem 2016 YouTube
Audio link: The Voice of a Shadow poem audio 

SOUL SEEDS Poetry anthology (2014) links: Amazon 

SOUL SEEDS Poetry anthology 

As titled, "Soul Seeds" (2014) explores elemental functions of thought, reasoning and reality. It analyzes life and how each of the seeds sustains or defeats the soul and the need for personal discipline and appreciation. The imagery gathers in one basket the different emotions that paint a closest matter of attention to the mind state and collectedness. It is a reflection of situations. Scattered thoughts are thrown into an imagery of life through a natural psycho-philosophical analysis. The book seeks to promote nature, culture, love, kindness, forgiveness and spiritual freedom. The tone of each word is natural and expressive, to give a creative setting of inference and engage the mind that matters or bothers to. The book testifies that written art is created from any life circumstance.

Published by Xlibris Publishing (Book store) UK

Journey of the Past - Part 1

It was a journey of the past

From which I was blinded apart

By the shackles of love and trust,

I had been squeezed into dusty ashes but dust

In a little corner of the circle, for the final cut

I was told had reached its rhetoric touch,

But little did I know yet the Senator was such

A persistent peasant for the protestant class,

I was just not kind enough to rebuke the past,

For warriors

Had walked naked without

Mercy to the victim. I had become

A silent murderer, a rebellious one,

A notorious kind yet serene but a broken heart,

And I now recognize that every man bears his burden in arms

Of a fallen hero. The horn

Had trumpeted from afar,

For when a wise man points to the full moon,

The fool

Looks

At the finger… but when the night comes,

Dreamers surround their purpose than social class,

They value their dreams before the new day, 

For the moment of understanding demands

A mind and thought so deeply thought before done,

It is the nature of circumstance, an inferential one,

It usually strikes before known or felt,

It becomes

A habit to the thinker – the seeker.

It is a human requisite…

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Onalethuso Petruss Buyile Ntema

The Voice of a Shadow: Life, Reality & Mental inspiration poetry anthology, 2017

“And I now cognize that every man

Bears his burden in arms

Of a fallen hero. The horn

Had trumpeted from afar,

For when a wise man points to the full moon,

The fool

Looks

At the finger… but when the night comes,

Dreamers surround their purpose…”

RESPECT iNTELLECTUAL PROPERTY RiGHTS OF THE CREATiVE BEiNG i AM.

As Thicker is Blood than Water

AS THiCKER iS BLOOD THAN WATER.

I’ve come to destroy and assassinate the heart of a bounty hunter,

As thicker is blood than water,

I’ve come to enjoy and appreciate the past of my wanted other,

My haunted other, for human nature is as twice as human than nature,

But I still remind you of why I am still here with you, I am a fighter,

The liberator of the mind, the minded, the blinded, the stranded,

The stranger’s forsaken child from whence I was unwanted,

As drunken masters of art adopted me like lion hunters hunted,

I am a deviant, a servant of art but generations before me,

I am an out-lander, for extra-terrestrial minds have come before me,

Done and said before me, born and died before me,

But the unknown is yet to come, for tomorrow holds the unknown;

Like rebels in the army of terror and fear among-st the Protestants,

For objection of the master is a crime before the eyes of an autocrat,

For totalitarians have a tendency of being insecure when contestants

In the opposite demand their cessation. I’ve been disappointed

By the level of ignorance in the minds of the servant;

Who takes pride in being their master’s brethren…

When broken hearts conform to the other, I am still a brother

But I wonder how hard is it to be gifted, drifted, hidden,

For time is just a mere sense of a circumstance,

But relevance is just as senseless as relevant

When elements of life are ignored by the living person, the human,

Don’t you celebrate when your child makes you proud as a parent?

Don’t you? Don’t you appreciate the human you are as a human?

Do you ever acknowledge the talent

You have been given?

The art between you and the person

In you, don’t you?  If I were you, I’d forget

The day before I met an outsider, for insiders tend to behave like humans…

Yet the very human they are continues to run in parallel

Lanes but floated,

Rejected,

Marooned, rebuked like an unusual baboon, confused and red handed,

As thicker is blood than water, for days come in their pattern,

And I’d rather stay at the countryside with the herd men,

And learn from their person, for life is better than manipulation.

I’d run free from such persons that desire the human I am,

But I’ll stay at peace with them; I am just a free man, a simple man,

That is the human I am. What human are you dear other?

For blood is thicker than water,

But time is not a just a matter of a concern when nature rebels against humans.

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Onalethuso Petruss Buyile Mambo Ntema

The VOiCE OF A SHADOW: LiFE, REALiTY & MENTAL iNSPiRATiON POETRY ANTHOLOGY

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