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AT THE SEASHORE Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
The money-laden landlubber sneezes out the gold dust rising like a cloud from the mine dump. He scurries to the coast …
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THE CHAUFFEUR SHUFFLE by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
He sits grim faced like a carving of blackwood in a peaked cap, clutching the wheel with white gloved hands, his eye…
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ALWAYS A SUSPECT by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
Read the Complete Analysis Here I get up in the morning and dress up like a gentleman - A white shirt a tie and a su…
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KEEP OFF THE GRASS by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
The grass is a green mat trimmed with gladioli red like flames in a furnace. The park bench, hallowed, holds the lo…
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HIGH AND LOW by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
Glorious is this world, the world that sustains man like a maggot in a carcass Mighty is the sea de-salted by the car…
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RIDING ON THE RAINBOW by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
(With the Jazz Giants at my first poetry reading 22:5:68) Boom! Boom! Boom! the bass rumbles, trumpet screams, cymba…
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THIS KID IS NO GOAT by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
Where have All the angry young men gone? Gone to the Island of Lament for Sharpeville. Gone overseas on scholarship, …
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SUNSET by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
The sun spun like a tossed coin. It whirled on the azure sky, it clattered into the horizon, it clicked in the slot, …
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A LOST COIN by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
It lies shimmering on the pavement like a drop of molten lead. Pedestrians blind like bats in the sunshine flit past.…
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THE DAY WE BURIED OUR BULLY by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
Through years and years of harrassment we tolerated his hideous deeds: girls abducted, boys assaulted, women molested,…
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AN OLD MAN IN CHURCH by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
I know an old man Who during the week is a machine working at full throttle: productivity would stall, Spoil the mas…
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A BRAZII R IN THE STREET by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
Around the smoke-billowing brazier huddled four urchins, smoking cigarette stub and swopping stories like seamen telli…
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THE BIRTH OF OUR DAUGHTER 28:2:69 Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
She came unheralded but a welcome guest. There she lay a bundle of our jubilation whose soul fire I kindled in her m…
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A VOICE FROM THE DEAD by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
I heard it in my sleep calling me softly. It was my mother speaking from her grave. My son! there is no heaven abo…
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PIGEONS AT THE OPPENHEIMER PARK by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
I wonder why these pigeons in the Oppenheimer Park are never arrested and prosecuted for trespassing on private prope…
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WALLS by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
Man is a great wall builder the Berlin Wall the Wailing Wall of Jerusalem but the wall most impregnable has a moat flow…
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THE RAIN IN THE VELD by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
He dripped like an unpreened cat tossed by a prankster's hand into a tubful of icy water chilling the bones and …
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A ROADGANG'S CRY by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
Pneumatic drills roar like guns in a battlefield as they tear the street. Puffing machines swallow the red soil and s…
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THE BIRTH OF SHAKA by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
His baby cry was of a cub tearing the neck of the lioness because he was fatherless. The gods boiled his blood in a …
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A newly-born calf by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
A newly-born calf is like oven-baked bread steaming under a cellophane cover The cow cuts the shiny coat as a child w…
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REAPERS IN A MIELIEFIELD by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
Faces furrowed and wet with sweat, Bags tied to their wasp waists, women reapers bend mielie stalks, break cobs in r…
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ISIDE MY ZULU HUT Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
It is a hive without any bees to build the walls with golden bricks of honey. A cave cluttered with a millstone, ca…
Telecom Tutorials
My Journey to Becoming a Telecoms Business Owner in Nigeria
During my first degree on campus, I encountered individuals who sold SME data and airtime VTU . Surprisingly, one of th…
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SOUNDS OF A COWHIDE DRUM by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
Read the Analysis of this Poem Boom Boom Boom I hear it far in the northern skies a rumble and a roar of thunder I pri…
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AMAGODUKA AT GLENCOE STATION by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
We travelled a long journey through the wattle forests of Vryheid, crossed the low-levelled Blood River whose water fl…
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DIRGE FOR MY PASSING YEARS by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
Standing on the sands of these years, strolling on this desolate shore where the night unfold her eiderdown of darkn…
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RIDE UPON THE DEATH CHARIOT by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
They rode upon the death chariot to their Golgotha three vagrants whose papers to be in Caesar's empire were not…
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THE MARBLE EYE by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
The marble eye is an ornament coldly carved by a craftsman to fill an empty socket as a corpse fills a coffin. It sheds…
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DEATH THE TART by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
( Written after the murder of Advocate Dan Kutumela) Dying has become the mistress with whom we brazenly carry on an i…
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AN ABANDONED BUNDLE by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
The morning mist and chimney smoke of White City Jabavu flowed thick yellow as pus oozing from a gigantic sore. It sm…
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MY SHADOW, COURAGE by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
My shadow is a fox-terrier named Courage; it follows me wherever I go, it snarls and snaps at all gremlins that lie i…
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AT A SNAIL'S PACE, PLEASE by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
At the tip of a chameleon's tongue there is a pot of boiling glue to cook flies for breakfast before he sets off …
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HANDCUFFS by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
Handcuffs have steel fangs whose bite is more painful than a whole battalion of fleas.' Though the itch in my hea…
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JUST A PASSERBY by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
I saw them clobber him with kieries , I heard him scream with pain like a victim of slaughter; I smelt fresh blood g…
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THE MASTER OF THE HOUSE by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
Master, I am a stranger to you, but will you hear my confession? I am a faceless man who lives in the backyard of you…
Literature
African Drama: History, Characteristics, Themes, and Major Writers
I. Introduction A. Definition of African drama African drama refers to the body of plays, performances, and theatrical …