I lived from 1920-2002.
I was from South Africa.
Novelist and prize-winning poet, Tatamkhulu Afrika was born in Egypt in 1920 and came to South Africa as a young child. He was a veteran of World War 2 and, as a member of Umkhonto we Sizwe (Spear of the Nation), was active in the South African freedom struggle.
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Tatumkhulu was born in Egypt. His mother was Turkish and his father was an Arab. They died shortly after the family’s arrival in South Africa and he was raised by a Methodist group who called him John Charlton. At this time he knew nothing of his origins. He also lived in Namibia for 20 years and was given an Afrikaans name Jozua Joubert. When he reloocared to Cape Town he reverted to his Muslim beliefs and had himself categorised “coloured” as he didn’t want to be thought white. At this time he changed gis name again, this time becoming known as Ismail Joubert. He recieved his “praise” name Tatumkhulu Afrika after his work with Al Jihaad for apartheid.
His first novel was published at the age of 17 whilst he was still studying and his next publication didn’t come for over 50 years. This was his first collection of verse, Nine Lives, published by Carrefour-Hippogriff in 1991. In the interim his poetry had won numerous awards.
In October 1996 he travelled to France at the invitation of La Fondation Royaumont at the Royaumont Abbey to have his poems translated into French. Apart from this collections, his poems have appeared in numerous South African and international magazines and anthologies.
Tatamkhulu Afrika died on 23rd December 2002 as a result of complications resulting from injuries after being knocked over by a car two weeks earlier. His novel, Bitter Eden, had been published by Arcadia (UK) and was launched in Cape Town on 7th December 2002 to coincide with his 82nd birthday.
Links of interest include
http://southafrica.poetryinternationalweb.org/piw_cms/cms/cms_module/index.php?obj_id=5386
My poetry
Small round hard stones click
under my heels,
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Black workers pass
me carrying their tools.
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I am looking back a long way now:
will the circle close?
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Small bird in a bush:
cars in the street rush
37 lines
The leopard lay,
long and dappled, under the leaves.
52 lines
Cat’s small child cries
in the dark where loneliness hides.
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Like gnats after rain,
sudden beetles born
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