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Meanwhile # 4 | August 2006

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Love deal

Nothing beats the discovery of love in tree houses.
With birds chirping all around, loud enough to muffle the sounds
that we shouldn’t be making in the first place.
We imagine ourselves in that other city,
In another world another time where no one knows who we are and
where we’ve been
Avenues lined with palm trees,
We walk hand in hand
Far from a life punctuated with uncertainty.
Nothing beats the feeling of stolen moments
Whispers in the dark, secrets sworn

Happy in the knowledge that we’re each other’s One.
With the prospect of marriage looming happily in our horizons
Mirages of a life we’ve been dreaming of for so long.
Well, that’s how we hope it is going to be.
He never escapes my imagination and I his.
He is presence and I am reality.

Forgotten motherhood

Weren’t you the one supposed to give birth to me

Didn’t God choose you as my passage into this world?

Then, why do I use bricks as pillows?

Why do I look for treasures in other people’s trash?

Weren’t you the one whose breasts were supposed to give me sustenance?

I woke up to discover there’s no such thing as mother

Do I hold you at ransom for your abandonment?

Do I curse the gods for choosing you for me?

No motherhood to provide livelihood

Grandchildren don’t even know you

Daughters can’t even acknowledge you

Nelisa Ngqulana

 

Men looking at young girls

I can’t stop thinking about you.
A corner of my mental view
is always pulled
toward something about you.
But, of course,
a raw idea.
Like fresh meat.

Pirates and Cowboys

Pirates and Cowboys,
Witches and whores
swept of the tables and
scraped off the floors.
We gather together
when nights asleep,
to brood in the corners
and scratch in the deep.
We question the virgins
and envy their charms.
They’ve never heeded
the call to bear arms
in the fight between safety
and knowledge’s war:
our burden’s the need
the hunt to see more.
But the battle is fought
in the absence of light.
Without the calm of day
the chance for insight
becomes tiny and fragile
and hides like a child
from screaming wolves
who howl in the wild.

Mia De Jager

fok jou. dis net ek.

ek is daai een wat kak aan jaag.
ek ry saam, maar kry 'n anner lift terug.
die een wat nie terug bel nie...
ek fok met jou kop en ry op jou rug.

ek lief jou met my hele hart,
maar vermoor jou as jy my bedrieg!
ek skaats sonner 'n bord
en vloek kliphard.

ek rook 'n pakkie 'n dag.
drink lig, maar baie.
ek slaap innie stort
en drip-droog kamer toe...

ek is die een wat jou maak lag,
maak huil, maak skree, laat mal word.
ek vertel mense hoe vet hulle is.
vat en vra nie eers of ek mag.

ek flirt met jou voor jou boyfriend...
slaap tot 2uur die middag,
kuier tot more
en val altyd sag.

ek soek vir kak en kry dit.
ek gaan uit met R1,70c op my naam
en word dronk. ek gee regtig om,
maar min weet dit.

ek bestuur sonner lisensie,
maar nooit dronk.
dice... dié wat ek kan wen
en speel my musiek kliphard terwyl ek doen.

ek druk in by macdonalds.
koop 6 junior burgers vir my munchies
en vreet alles op voor ek by die huis kom.
volgens my, is die term: "sosiaal aanvaarbaar", dom!

maandae tot woensdae is werk,
donnerdae tot saterdae is kuier
en sondae is hoender eet en slaap.
oor en oor soos reën innie kaap.

ek dans in die middel vannnie vloer.
ek kan, so ek gee nie 'n moer!
moet my nie verkeerd opneem,
ek trek altyd jou been...

almal ken my.
meeste haat my.
die anner skinner van my
en my vriende.... wel hulle ken my. (net beter)

ek is cremer.
ken my gerus,
wees my vriend as jy lus?
anners gan ek teen jou wiel pis!

Ruan Cremer