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Side by Side: Poetry from Nigeria & South Africa

by Kayode O. Ogunfolabi and Jabulani C.Buthelezi

244 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #04-0167; ISBN 1-4120-2339-4; US$22.00, C$25.99, EUR18.00, £11.99

Side by Side represents what happens when a Nigerian and a South African collaborate to write poetry. Their work is compelling, contemporary and spectacular.

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About the Book

Side by Side: Poetry from Nigeria & South Africa is collaberative, trans-cultural and transnational work by two multilingual scholars from Nigeria and South Africa. A Zulu from South Africa and Yoruba from Nigeria intorduce their anthology of poems, poems that are inspired by Zulu dreams and Yoruba dreams. The poets translate their dreams into English though they retain much of their indigenous ethos.

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About the Author

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Excerpts

When
the flowers of African pride are trampled upon by Foreign Haste
their pollen reduced to a gourmet by the gluttony of Foreign Hate
their futures stewed into a steamy casserole for Foreign Taste
their concerns castrated corroded and crippled by Foreign Guests
their beauty tarnished throttled and tinkered for Foreign Trade
their harvest and bread curtailed and weavilled by Foreign Grade
abundance and sweetness singed by seasons of Foreign Pestilence
their innocence raped by the whirlwind of Foreign Omnipotence
their conscience seduced by the silicon of Foreign Omnipotence
destinies deranged by the depredatory Foreign Omnipresence
their Maker veiled by the fallacious fetish of a Foreign Currency,
How shall Black youth know the Truth and the Way?

Jabulani C. Buthelezi

The thirsty Prince
Snatched his gourd
Crested by the lather
To take his scarlet draught,
Unmerciful arrows of the day
Drilled into the roots of the standing tare,
High upon the flailing crops,
With the garbs
Sharp with infernal hate
That caused the sleeping
And hunted air to bleed tears
Into the pots of carnage.
But why betray your sons?
Wild at the heels of fugitives,
Fugitives whose sword-like flames
Found their scabbardds in the backs
Of straggling valiant
Who fell with wet weapons
Aside, serene in sorrow,
Never again by the same hand
To exorcise its burning lust.

Kayode O. Ogunfolabi

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