I then read Wesleyan College at Hilltown, Fort Beaufort, two hundred miles away from Umtata. As the night sky disappears like a meteor, after the third year, a sudden incident happened in my life. The news came from Khosa community's famous poet Kruni Mikhaee visiting our school.
Amkhui was a cast of 'Imbongi' He used to recite contemporary and historical events in the poetic rhyme immediately.
On that day, the leave was announced on the day that Amkhoy came. To welcome the poem, everyone appeared in the assembly room after wearing clean white and black clothes. The stage was the last head of the hall room. A door next to the stage. Open the door, our Principal Dr. Wellington's house could be seen. There was no specialty in the door. But we thought it was only made for Wellington. Because we did not see anyone other than him used to use those doors. Wellington is a white. Then we knew white as the Lord.
However, when we were sitting in the hall room, the door opened suddenly. Everybody thought, as usual. Wellington is coming to the stage. But later he was not seen. A black man rushed into the hat on his head after wearing a leopard bark and head on his head. There is a spear in his hand. He is behind him. Wellington A tribal African black behind. A white wolf-like Wellington - this scene shocked everyone. It's hard to understand what caused a lot of reactions in us. It seemed as if the universe was overturned. We are more surprised by the fact that the poet Mkhawi is not absolutely loyal, but he is absolutely Wellington sits on the sides. We are feeling so tense. He seemed to be a great man to us.
But when the poet began to stand up to the speech, then to speak the truth, my disillusionment was. I was frustrated to hear his voice. As a chess hero, I thought that I was a long-term, strong-minded and intelligent person. But he felt like ten other ordinary people. When he began to speak in Khosa, I started feeling more resentful. His voice was gentle and slim like girls; He was talking about him slow. Fittingly speaking, the term was used to make time for use.
While standing upstairs on stage, the poet sometimes raised his forehead towards the top. The metal that was hanging on the head to hang the screen, the spear was hit by the string. While talking about the political context, he was looking for a moment to his forearms. There was a sound of a boring spear with a string of boring changes.
The poet suddenly stopped. Began to say again. Now, with the surprise of us, the sound of his voice began to move slowly. The vocabulary began to take a strong and strong form. He was speaking on a walk from the head of the stage to walk to the head. He suddenly stopped and asked directions to the audience and said, "The clamor is the sound of my leprosy house, it is a symbol of the clash of African culture with European culture." He shouted, "The bell that you see in my hands is glorious in African history. The symbol of truth and beauty. And this is the copper that you see, this is an indication of Western industrial establishments and manufacturing. This western is very thin but very strong; Lively but tricky is clever. '
The poet gradually became excited. He started shouting, "I did not come here to condemn the fine bracelet on a long bone, or to criticize the fine art of metallic wire. I came here to talk about the conflict between good and bad, local and foreign Beni. I came to say that we want to impose the civilization of those who destroy our culture and civilization, we can not accept those foreigners. I believe and predict today in front of this crowd, Africa is one day awake. Africa will turn against imperialist aggressors. Fake goddess of white skin will not be able to threaten our poker for a long time. We awake about our culture. Throwing out foreign kooka ideas we wake up.
The poet was not convinced of his ears. Dr. was sitting on the stage. Wellington and many more important White gentlemen A black poet can talk like this in front of them, nobody dreamed in dreams. Dr. Well, like the Wellington, I've known so many times the Lord, I changed my mind about the idea of poet Mikhail.
After finishing his speech, Makhawi began to recite his famous poetry. The theme of the poem is that he has divided all the stars of the sky into different peoples of the world. At one point of his lecture at the stage, he once said to all Europeans including French, German, English, "You have given these vast galaxies to the stars of the highest order. They give you the most. Because you are a strange people of greedy people. You have so many "You want!" Want! "Does not end. You eat so much, but you do not stop eating.
Then he distributed his imaginary stars in Asia, North, and South American countries. Then he divided African countries into different levels. Each of the African countries allocated some for the country. Each of the tribes gave tribute to each of the stars.
Along with the recitation, he started dancing in a strange manner. Taking the palm of the hand around the house of ancient indigenous people. Then suddenly a sudden stopped. He turned his face towards the calm and steady audience. He said in a very low voice, 'Come, let's go to the favorite pea society! I'm going to give you my best stars. You are a non-disagreeable nation. So you're going to leave the morning dawn. It's time to count, count the ages, and keep counting the ages, this crazy formula! '
He said the last line of poetry he spat on his chest. We stood up and clutched with applause. My chest was swollen as an African African nation.
Poet Makhowee's words awaken my inner self. Like me, he himself was a mustache. But his nationalism was not surrounded by the tribal tribe of Chola. He dreamed of integrating entire Africa. After listening to his poetry, I started to dream of bringing all the tribal tribes and indigenous tribes under one roof.