Poems by Barolong Seboni (Botswana) Published in The Ofi Press issue 46 African Hair
The roots of our history Are planted in our hair. The big, bold afros of the 70s; Strong, powerful, confident, Greeting the sky like a clenched fist Defiant in their stride Bobbing from side to side.
The kinky close shaves Of the first African slaves Sweating their way across Salty seas in strange ships. Bald heads bare like broken backs Split, and sliced by a whip, Red like a watermelon.
Then came the liberated heads Of emancipated dreads, Skanking to the reggae beat Flashed in black, green and red Reclaiming souls that were sold.
Through our African hair Lives our culture and landscape The geography of our African spaces The peopling of rural and urban places.
The kinky curls, dry like beans Are like the open bushes Sparse and scattered across the desert To withstand the harshest seasons. This is the Kgalagadi mop With very little on top To stop the sizzling sun. Our African hair, so brittle Is like the dry moretlwa sticks And the hard brown berries, so little. And up North beyond the Sahara Their heads are not like our Savanna The women have flowing strands Black like the darkest wintery night Long and sinuous like the Nile That weaves through many lands; Tropical forests, rich soils and barren sands.
But now in the new age I fear, And openly have to declare That we must really conserve Our endangered, polluted, African hair: It’s immersed in oils of all sorts Steamed, creamed and preened, Like plastic goods, glossy and sheened.
Our African kinky curls Have straightened and unfurled Like ropes and strings And sometimes look like they will Take off on their own wings.
We must preserve our heritage (hair-itage) By conserving and protecting our hair Because in every black curl And every black strand Is rooted our African world; Our very African brand.
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Barolong Seboni was born in Botswana on the 27th of April 1957. He spent his early years in London (1966-1970), and was in the USA from 1984 to 1987, where he studied for his MA in English Literature at the University of Wisconsin, Madison, USA. He was a teacher at the Mater Spei College, Francistown, Botswana (1978-1983). He is currently a Senior Lecturer in the English department at the
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