Love ChildGcina Mhlophe is a poet, playwright, performer and South Africa's favorite storyteller. In this fascinating retrospective collection, she shares her personal journey through the social and political landscapes of the 1980s, with its recollected moments of struggle and transformation along the way. Written in a variety of styles and voices, ranging from anecdotal memory to historical moment to folklore tradition, these simply presented poems and stories are by turns funny, touching, chilling, thought-provoking and absorbing. Love Child is a collection for the new millennium generation. It is valuable not just for the deeply-felt personal and political insights it has to offer, but for the accessible ease with which it manages to capture the seminal moments of black South African history in the preserving amber of the author's personal recollection. |
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... Toilet ' and ' My Dear Madam ' certainly take me back to a time that was difficult and frustrating beyond words . Then again , they not only remind me of where I come from , but also say to me that hope has always been my walking stick ...
... Toilet ' and ' My Dear Madam ' certainly take me back to a time that was difficult and frustrating beyond words . Then again , they not only remind me of where I come from , but also say to me that hope has always been my walking stick ...
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... toilet in the park . For some reason it was never locked , so I would go in and sit on the toilet seat and read some magazine or other until the right time to catch the bus . The first time I went into this toilet , I was on my way to ...
... toilet in the park . For some reason it was never locked , so I would go in and sit on the toilet seat and read some magazine or other until the right time to catch the bus . The first time I went into this toilet , I was on my way to ...
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Gcina Mhlophe. speed and run off to my toilet . I call it ' my toilet ' because that is exactly how I felt about it . It was very rarely that I ever saw anybody else go in there in the mornings . It was as if they all knew I was using it ...
Gcina Mhlophe. speed and run off to my toilet . I call it ' my toilet ' because that is exactly how I felt about it . It was very rarely that I ever saw anybody else go in there in the mornings . It was as if they all knew I was using it ...
Common terms and phrases
Africa asked beautiful carried child close clothes cold coming didn't door drum Dumisani Durban eyes face father feel felt fight followed friends front girl give hand happened happy hard heard heart honey inside kind knew laughing leave light live looked madam Mama mind morning mother moved Mthunzi never Ngwenya night Nokulunga Nomlambo once pain playing police policeman praise quiet rain remember river round running seemed simply sing sister sitting sleep smile Sometimes soon sound stand started stay stood stop story sure talk tears tell things thought toilet told took tried trying turned village voice waiting walked wanted watched whole wished woman women wondered writing Xolani young
References to this book
Culture: annali dell'Istituto di lingue della Facoltà di scienze ..., Volume 18 No preview available - 2005 |