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In a Ribbon of Rhythm

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  • 64 stránek
  • 3 hodiny čtení

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Every generation produces its own share of heroes (and sheroes to quote Maya Angelou), who at times unknowingly elevate us; inspire us; provoke us; challenge us; sensitise as well as influence us.Every generation also showers us with witnesses to the adage 'people's person - motho oa batho ka batho - who rise to the occasion by transcending space time; by transcending gender and race; equally by transcending status and place.Lebo Mashile is one of these people, and these are her words.The ancient ones plait their stories into futures for their childrenThe ancient ones they use their hands to heal the backs of broken menAnd I hold a pen for every ancientWho dared not hold a fistAgainst the tyrannyThat sucked the life and hope out of their breasts- An extract from ‘Ancient Hands’

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In a Ribbon of Rhythm, Lebogang Mashile, Don Mattera

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Rok vydání
2005
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Titul
In a Ribbon of Rhythm
Jazyk
anglicky
Vydavatel
Oshun Books
Rok vydání
2005
Vazba
měkká
Počet stran
64
ISBN10
1770070451
ISBN13
9781770070455
Série
Štítky
Beletrie, Poezie
Hodnocení
4,1 z 5
Anotace
Every generation produces its own share of heroes (and sheroes to quote Maya Angelou), who at times unknowingly elevate us; inspire us; provoke us; challenge us; sensitise as well as influence us.Every generation also showers us with witnesses to the adage 'people's person - motho oa batho ka batho - who rise to the occasion by transcending space time; by transcending gender and race; equally by transcending status and place.Lebo Mashile is one of these people, and these are her words.The ancient ones plait their stories into futures for their childrenThe ancient ones they use their hands to heal the backs of broken menAnd I hold a pen for every ancientWho dared not hold a fistAgainst the tyrannyThat sucked the life and hope out of their breasts- An extract from ‘Ancient Hands’