This is a book and not a Compact Disc or DVD, and that is its weakness. Mashile is one of the few poets who can set the whole house on fire with her stage performances and audible deliveries that leave even old people gasping in disbelief, if in doubt, just ask Professor Es'kia Mphahlele.
Once again, Mashile is a genius word-knitter. However, her book seems to have lots of weak links to the point that if often disintegrates and integrates again.
Just when you thought you were on her wavelength she writes, "kept thinking being black and angry meant I was strong/ I've been a genius and a ho/ fat light-skinned bitch with fly Afro/ first world grigamba/ pseudo black mamba without voice". Today her crest is a poem titled I smoked a Spliff. Critics say the poem is blasphemy, sacriledge and heresy all rolled into one. This is one of a few intense poems that stick to one theme throughout. The moment the our Noma Award winner claims to have shared zol with Jesus, with 'J' later sparking another cone. Naughty!!
Ribbon of Rythm is Mashile's ultimate hallucination. Brilliant editing by Bra Don Mattera tied most of the otherwise would-be obvious loose ends together and resulted in 64 pages worth your money. But overall, in the absense of the poet, her 39 babies/poems look like lost orphans between these beautiful pages.