Tragedy of speaking truth to power in Africa, short personal essay by Mbizo Chirasha

 
Tragedy of speaking truth to power in Africa, short personal essay by Mbizo Chirasha
 
My story is unique and very much extraordinary because I am poet, a human rights poetivist. I have refused to bow down. A radical wordsmith that stubbornly refused to toe the line, to tone down my grinding imagery and crude metaphor. I write what surrounds me, the most critical of it in Africa is livelihood, citizens, voters people, government and leadership. As an African child, poet, writer, artivist or griot.Your story is fashioned by inequality, hunger, injustice. corruption and disgruntlement. Political leadership that bashes the rights of citizens through extortion, political violence, vote rigging, money laundering and mafia style business cartels. Iam a poet and an African griot who refused to repent into the church of rogue political elite. I started as a messenger of our village traditional cultures and later delves into the deep flesh of matters that affect my people as perpetuated by rulership that has caused gushes on me emotionally, spiritually and mentally. I have since lost cadres home, family, nation and abroad. Iam labeled the enemy of the state. I have seen and lived in the midst of forests of death and bushes of hell. I have been running not reading. It is not revolutionary to see a failing state and you remain mum and silent. It is not revolutionary to see and watch dictators scheming the national cake alone and we remain daft and silent. Corruption has since burrowed through sacks of confidence in most cities and nations. Poets are usually bought not to say or to see evil but are commercialize their verses and metaphors as praise singers, injustice continues and unfairness continues to burn ladders of justice. The tragedy is revolutionary badges and lanterns of hope are given to those who Speak lies, those who see no evil, to those who loot, kill and destroy. The paradox is poets like me purveyors of truth are trounced out of their villages to be persecuted in dungeons of disgrace. We are bowled out of birth lands to be dowsed in climes of despair. We are given titles that are equalized to unpatriotic and other hopeless totems of rue because we refused to walk and talk the language of political thievery. The African poet of resistance remains a prisoner dressed in the garb of prejudice for society and others among his peers are drenched in the fear of loosing lives, jobs and favors if they walk alongside him in his lane, the revolutionary, protest poet walks alone in the dark valleys of death and his bed if thorns awaits everytime he sneezes verses of truth, raw imagery and crude proverbs pointing to those sitting on high thrones and rabid minions. When ever chunks of truth is written by so called dissident poet, the system becomes a serpent and the state becomes rogue and the poet is gnashed, his lashing tongue is burnt. Usually, when that happens peers squeeze themselves into their shells of fear, in fear of victimization,few remains of strong and foreign peers stand firm because the rogue system cannot catch them and net them the same way they can do to the revolutionary artivist poet and his band of peers. Some peers are bought by pieces of gold to sell out the strongest ones and sometimes truth and genuineness are slaughtered on the slabs of poverty, corruption and extortion. Humanity has lost the green color of life, the solid stead of dignity. Few pieces of gold can repent a true desciple into a daredevil qualified to kill and devour truth. Even though the African resistance poet is rich with expression, proverb and truth, he lacks life, money, mobility and material that his opponent are blessed with and poverty with despair are weapons used against him to keep under the grind of suffering, as the system becomes rogue, the poet is discarded to peripherals of dust where humanity does not exist. This protest fortune-teller has gathered writings, have written writings and created platforms for other artivists, writers, poets and others. His stories are immersed in crying metaphor, blood drenched imagery, heart-rending irony and all that is crude satire. His hybrid writings are dipped in beef roast of reason and his political commentary is the throb of a national drumbeat that was left unattended for the past 40years.Poverty is the song that cranks the brains of his people, his people are drunk of cheap propaganda. His killers are not tired of chasing, this poet griot artivist is running still. The Tragedy is that the world has gone rogue, favor now goes with political affiliation, social inclination or cultural denomination or else you die choking with chunks of your poetry or you are strangled by the powers you tell the truth to, maybe where you run for refugee are peers to your hunters and your killers and you become easy prey to predators you know and don’t know. The Tragedy those at homemates, those classmates, those of blood line never saw you hailing a slogan and they don’t know how or if a poet becomes a political victim, they are psyched that a poet is an entertainer, a praise singer, a street actor and stand up speaker with lyrics oiling the throne of the king and queen. They are ignorant of my ordeals, of my revolutionary stance, my radical stead, they think I am insane. They are ignorant. The tragedy of an African Poet resistance.
 
 
Mbizo Chirasha is the Founder and Projects Curator of the Internet based literary arts , writers , poetry and artivism center Time of the Poet Republic,miombopublishing.org
Chief Influencer at the BraveVoices Poetry Journnnal,bravevoicespoetry.home.blog
Founder and Chief Editor of WomaWords LIterary Press,womawordsliteraryPress.home.blog
Editor of the Porcupine Press,mbizochirasha.wixsite.com/artistic statement
Author of A Letter to the President(2019)
Author of Pligrims of Zame, a collection of hybrid narratives(2021)
CoAuthor of Metaphors of the Rainbow(2020)
CoEditor and Project Curator of Second Name of Earth is Peace(2020)
CoEditor of the StreetVoices,Germany and English Collection(2015)
CoEditor of Corpses of Unity(2020)
African Contributor to the Demer press Poetry Series,Netherlands
African Contributor to WorldPOetry Almanac in Mongolia
African Coreteam member to BEzine , arts and HUmanities journal
African COntributor to the Oxford SChool of POetry ,BLackwell Pamphlet
UNESCORILA Affiliate Artist ,Glasgow University , School of education
Ihraf.org , African Fellow
2020-2022 Poet in Residence at the Fictional Cafe ,USA
2021 Free Speech Foundation Scholarship recipient ,Germany PEN
 
 

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