Mi Hlatshwayo - a short biography and bibliography of this KwaZulu-Natal author.
Mi S'dumo Hlatshwayo
(1951 - ) grew up as an "illegitimate" child in
a working-class
household in Cato Manor/ M'Kumbane - a sprawling shack
settlement in Durban.
His family's poverty caused him to leave school by Standard
7 and search for a
job. As he told FOSATU Worker News all his dreams
were sunk: "... I wanted
to be a poet, control words,
many words, that I may woo our multi-cultured South Africa
into a single
society. I wanted to be a historian of a good deal of
history; that I may
harness our past group hostilities into a single South
African history ... After 34 years of hunger,
suffering, struggles, learning and hope, I am only
a driver for a rubber company" (FOSATU Worker
News, June 1985, no.35).
He continued his self-education by reading whatever came
his way: from
Biology primers to Zulu history books. He learnt about
poetry through the
eCibini (or St John's Apostolic Church) which was famous
for its healing
rituals. He had joined the church after being healed from
a serious illness.
In that independent African church of the poor, he
experienced for the first
time in his life a community of concern and care. He
also experienced in the church's emotional gatherings his
baptism in "words
of fire": the lay-preachers, men and women who were
imbued with a prophetic
and messianic vision, had integrated the imbongi tradition
of Nguni poetry
in their religious sermons. He was discovering there, the
power of language
and poetry - where Christ, sometimes a furious black
buffalo cut through the
shrub and gorged to proclaim his victory on earth. He
started participating in efforts to organise the
Clermont community and later joined MAWU when it started
organising at
Dunlop Sports where he was working. But, if anything, it
was the Dunlop
strike of 1984 that triggered him to cultural action.
After hearing Qabula
perform his izimbongo of FOSATU, he realised that one did
not need to be
somebody from the university to write poetry. In fact, he
was schooled through the church in the tradition himself,
without knowing it before. He
composed 'A Black Mamba Rises' to praise the Dunlop
workers' struggle. He then
joined Qabula and others to form the Durban Workers'
Cultural Local.
He has since composed more poems, written and directed
plays and initiated
many projects. In October 1985 he resigned his job at
Dunlop Sports to
become the Local's fulltime cultural organiser. Selected WorkThe Black Mamba Rises
The victors of wars
But then retreat
The Builders of nests,
But then like an ant-eater
You then desert.
Heavy are your blows,
They leave the employers
Unnerved
On your side are your
Brothers even at the new
Jerusalem
Let it be workers! They say,
The heaven above also
Approves.
Ngudungudu, the woman
Who married without any
Lobolo,
Busy boiling foreigners'
Pots
Yet yours are lying cold.
The humble bride,
Affianced without the
Bridegroom's consent
Yet others are affianced
With their fathers consent,
Even the Japanese have now
Come to be your bridegrooms,
So! Bride why are you entwined by chains,
Instead of being entwined
With gold and silver like the others?
The Black mamba that shelters in the songs
Yet others shelter in the trees!
Ancestors of Africa rejoice,
Here are the workers coming like a flock of
Locusts,
On rising it was multi-headed,
One of its heads was at Mobeni,
Njakazi, the green calf of
MAWU can bear me out
Another of its heads was at baQulusi
Land at Ladysmith,
On rising it was burning like fire
Even Sikhumba - the leather that
Overcomes the tanners,
Sikhumba who knows no race
Who stabs an old man and
A young man alike,
Using the same spear
Who stabs a man's bone,
Inflicting pain in the heart
But he is now showing a
Change of heart Here is the struggle,
Sikhumba and Mgonothi are mesmerized,
Asking what species of old mamba is this?
Dying and resurrecting like
A dangabane flower.
It was stabbed good and proper during the Day,
At Sydney Road right on the premises,
To the delight of the impimpis,
And the delight of the police
There were echoes of approval there on the
TV at Auckland Park saying:
Never again shall it move,
Never again shall it revive
Never again shall it return
Yet it was beginning to tower with rage.
The old mamba that woke up early in the
Morning at St. Anthony's
Let's sit down and talk, he
Now says
The spear that thundered at
Dawn at St Anthony's,
The spear that devoured the father and the sons
And the daughters
Then the men came together,
Devouring them whilst singing
Yet the songs were just a decoy.
Rife are the rumours,
That those who defied the
Unity have sunk,
To the throbbing hearts of the
Employers
You black buffalo
Black yet with tasty meat,
The buffalo that turns the
Foreigners' language into
Confusion,
Today your're called a Bantu,
Tomorrow you're called a Communist
Sometimes you're called a Native.
Today again you're called a foreigner,
Today again you're called a Terrorist,
Sometimes you're called a Plural,
Sometimes you're called an
Urban PURS
You powerful black buffalo,
Powerful with slippery body
The buffalo that pushed men
Into the forest
In bewilderment the police
Stood with their mouths open
Rife are the rumours
That those who defied
Being pushed into the forest
In exile they are,
One Smit is in exile across
At the Bluff,
One Madinana is in exile across
The Umgeni river,
Both can bear me out.
Praise poets, messengers Observers,
Run in all directions,
Stand on top of the mountains,
Report to Botha at Pretoria
Report to out heroes on the
Island,
Report to the angels in your
Prayers,
Say unto them - here is a
Flood of workers,
The employers have done what
Ought not to be.
Why tease the mamba in its
Century old sleep?
The writing is on the wall,
No stone shall stand on top
Of the other till eternity,
Tell them - the borrowed
Must be given back
Tell them - the chained
Must be chained no more
Tell them - these are the
Dictates of the black mamba,
The mamba that knows no
Colour,
Tell them - these are the
Workers' demands,
By virtue of their birthright
Dunlop workers
I'm taking My hat off,
I'm bowing to you with Respect.
(Dunlop Strike, St Anthony's, November 9 1984) Bibliography1986. Black mamba rising : South African worker
poets in struggle : Alfred Temba Qabula, Mi S'Dumo
Hlatshwayo, Nise
Malange. - Durban -
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