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Fortune Rice - A Dissident Writer from Zimbabwe |
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Fortune Rice A Dissident Writer and Poet from Zimbabwe
Still I'll Rise
You may write me down in History with your bitter, twisted Lies You may trod me in the Very dirt But still, like dust, I'll Rise...
(Taken from "Still I Shall Rise" poem)
Fotune Rice is a Zimbabwean poet, author and human rights activist currently living in exile in Norway.
A natural creative writer who pens his own poetry on a daily basis, Fortune started his music career while at secondary school where he got involved in public speaking and debates.
"The source of my inspiration is my social background and the society at large," says Fortune. "I feel at ease in cutting open the institution of rulers and the corrupt no matter what levels this takes place. I feel I have a duty to report on the positive and the negative taking place with my people and the world at large."
To-date, he has performed alongside the best of Zimbabwe's cultural performers and poets. In 1998 he appeared at the Inxusa Festival which is produced by the world famous Amakhosi Theatre Company. The festival is southern Africa's most creative and entertaining cultural event, bringing together hundred of musicians from across the globe and thousands of local as well as foreign tourists who flock to experience this annual cultural explosion.
Fortune's style is a blend of recital and singing accompanied by the sound of the revered Mbira (hand piano) instrument. He also recites poems from the slain Jamaican poet Michael Smith.
At the African-American summit held in Harare in 1997, Fortune performed at the five stars Meikles Hotel where his lyrics fell foul with the hotel's management who felt his poetical tirade was highly political and critical to the regime of Robert Mugabe. He has also performed at the 1998 Zimbabwe International Book Fair.
Fortune has also appeared on local television station, AM Zimbabwe and the popular ZBC Radio 3 programme.
Fortune Rice is a holder of Bachelor of Arts Hon. (English)
Lullaby |
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Sleep Oh child sleep For tomorrow is sour Tomorrow mother is gone No more lullaby No more breastfeeding Endure lucrid tastes of bottlemilk
Mother is gone No more to be seen No more to be heard No more to feed you
Stand up as a man Face the bitter consequences Sleep Oh child sleep Tomorrow they will laugh at you Repopulate griefs and pains Lullaby will be no more Mother no more
They will inflict pain in your bossoms They will inroad hot iron-bars Into the grey matters of your brains They will tweeze your brains With a thweezer Mother will be gone The sun never rises again In times of persecution In times of loneliness They will never stand up for you In times of desperation They will only stare at you
Stand up as a man Rise Oh child rise For it's a long road Full of thorny Vicissitudes Rise Oh child rise For the ending ofthebegining is nigh
The road is full of melancholy
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Endure Oh child For mother is no more When you feel throbes Of death Beat down the corridors of your Heart Pray oh child pray For God is for everyone
Stand up Oh child Fight as a man Always remember The world doesn't owe you a living You owe the world a living
Read whatever is exposed to you Tomorrow might be brighter Do not forget You will never wear napkins the rest of your life
When all said and done You will sit and laugh You will feel chains Of renewed beginning Spin down your veins
All hell would have broken loose Rise African child rise.
By Fortune Rice. |
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