Waking up to the rain, on this morning of all mornings, this word is in my head. Usually, it’s accompanied – esikaNandi. In recorded Zulu memory, the greatest lamentation ever felt is idiomatically captured as “the lamentation of Nandi”. EsikaMadiba. Namuhlanje sikhala isililo sikaMadiba. isiLilo is the wailing, the lamentation, over the dead. It consumes […]
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The earth does not grow fat. It eats and eats and eats, young and old, men and women, great and small. It has eaten brothers and fathers, sisters and friends and colleagues and mothers. It has eaten whole nations, and yet it does not grow fat. Just once, I wish that the earth would say: […]
Every Monday morning, Mr Magic’s show has a section called Hlaziya ipolitiki ngolimi lwakho (Analyse Politics in your Language). This morning, I caught the show in time to record it, and have since transcribed it, selected some choice bits, and translated them here for you (with some attention to discourse, as usual). Each of these […]
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