African writing

MY NAME   Agnes this Agnes that. Agnes can I have a cup of coffee please. Agnes did you take my dog for a walk. Agnes? My name is Nomqibelo Ncamisile Hadebe. Yes I said it Hadebe not Gadebe.     A name I was given by my grandmother. It carries such value yet to this lady to uMadam its trash. I end up being called uAgnes. You know sometimes the madam’s kids forget that I am being called by Agnes they end up calling me uJoyce. Joyce! From Agnes to Joyce Imagine me yes me if I was the madam. I would give them a very sophisticated yet complicated name like uVezahlebe. Yes. I would be like Vezahlebe can I please have a cup of coffee; no I will be like ngithi ngicela umqombothi…. My life will be amazing. But that is not the case. Apartheid when you end? When will our brothers and sisters stop working as garden boys and maids? I hear the Soweto youth screaming and shouting Amandla and they all respond ngawethu! Damit! Mandla is not with us, mandla is with madam.  ...

We need to talk. Screenplay By Nomsa Myth                                           INT.BLISS CAFÉ -MORNING STACEY sits on the chair, looking at her phone with the menu on top of the table. She is in her early twenties, a successful business woman, very hardworking popular and respected in her community. She looks up as the Bliss Cafe entrance door opens. MIKE opens the door and walks in puzzled and confused. He is in his late fifties. Smartly dressed and looks very professional. He heads towards the waiters to inquire some information. INT. BLISS CAFÉ .IN THE CORNER OF THE COFFEE SHOP. [Mike heading towards Stacey] MIKE Stacey Naidoo right? [Extending his hands towards Stacey] Stacey Yep. That’s me. Honestly I am really surprised that you remembered my face after so many years. MIKE [Grabbing a chair to sit down...

JUST AFRICAN   Being an African has been said in so many ways that we decide to just go with the flow. They said being an African you need to own your crown “the Afro” Dress code has to define you as an African. Embody yourself, have that skin, beauty, looks and the body.   Being the dark skinned girl, I saw that as an opportunity to finally be called an African I then decided to do the big chop L.A girl, a shade darker African prints, beads, brands was all I could think off I inherited that look to perfection   I felt like the queen of the Sahara desert , mama Africa, the camagwini of Africa, African goddess just to name a few Eyes popped out every second as I stepped my standards on the African ground Embracing the fact that I defined the true meaning of an African. Smiling, staring shouting oh our African queen, you are a true definition of black is beautiful. You are too much of an African NEH Too much, too much of an African was not ...

DEAR BLACK CHILD Black is a word A description of race A color A symbolic meaning of death Oh dear black child Are you a description of death? Color, race Does the black blood flows within your vein Or it has just been taken in vein Sons and daughters of the soil Freedom we have obtained not We the born frees Rejoice for joy, noises from every corner of the street Shouting freedom we obtained yet freedom we obtained not Oh dear black child We look down to the soil Reflection of the footsteps of our ancestors Shadow of grave, shadow of poverty Reflects on us every single sunset Freedom we obtained not Is freedom an ownership or a title enforced within us For sympathy or empathy? Why have you lost the teachings of Steve Biko? In order to remove the shackles of inferiority One has to change thy mentality Till when black child We continue enforcing subjects to be taught in the language we borrowed Ignorance of over 1000b...