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7/23/13

moses seletisha


Curtain Call - Moses Seletisha

The late Professor Es’kia Mphahlele believed the silver lining apartheid provided was it allowing indigenous languages to flourish through investment in their development. This was not the case in other parts of colonial Africa.
In a post-apartheid South Africa there are complaints from language practitioners that the democratic government has little regard for Black languages. “I have seen groups growing and dying of hunger. It is the Department of Arts and Torture that is not doing us right at times. They will always tell you there is no sufficient budget”. Sepedi performance poet, playwright, actor, translator, writer and intellectual with a keen interest in African languages Moses Seletisha (27) protests. 
He is one of a growing number of young artists who choose to express themselves in their mother tongue because as he says, “why do you want me to speak your language when I have mine?”
Seletisha was born at Mooihoek Village in Tsimanyane. He grew up in Leeufontein next to Marble Hall in Limpopo Province.  By his confession his father passed on when he was five-years-old, leaving his mother to raise him, a brother and sister with her R500 a month wages. He remembers that his father worked in the mines and alleges his pension was squandered by his uncle. As a result he was raised by his grandparents Martha and Stephen Seletisha with whom he still lives.
His first literary awakening came when he was recruited by a theatre company. From here his formative stage mirrors that of most Limpopo artists. “During Heritage month I saw myself reciting my first poem ‘The University of The North’ which was a dedication to the late Prof. John Ruganda organised by University of Limpopo. The reception was too overwhelming and made me escalate my pen. At the same time I was serving as an actor performing at The Market Theatre Lab and National Arts Festival (Grahamstown)”
Seletisha prides himself on being ‘an old lion’. “My pen started making sense at the age of fifteen “ he says. However, for a 27-years old man who models himself after the doyens of Sepedi literature O.K. Matsepe and N.S Puleng it seems Seletisha is comfortable with not getting much attention. He has shared the stage as a poet with notable voices such as Vonani Bila, Lois Reeds, Lesego Rampolokeng, David Wa Maahlamela, Matete Motsoaledi, Mmatshilo Motsei, Antonio Lyons and many others.  “If it was not of poetry I would have become a murderer, I use it for verbal masturbation”, he confesses.
It however is not poetry that pays the bills in the Seletisha household. Stage is what he is known and famed for; often wowing crowds across provinces with his animated presence. He has been an artist for the better part of his adult life where he acquired experience working in different stage productions such as Kgorong (The Royal Court), Le kae letsoalo, Khupamarama (The Secret), Swana ya Mosate and The Way.
The big project of this prolific English to Sepedi translator is Tšhutšhumakgala (Coal-train). Tšhutšhumakgala is the biography of Frans Tlokwe Maserumule, a former Umkhonto we Sizwe combatant who is now a member of parliament. “A first black prisoner on Robben Island to get married in Pollsmoor Prison during the apartheid system. He was granted a 10-seconds honeymoon. Tlokwe is an unacknowledged hero of the liberation struggle in this country.” he says. Seletisha believes through this book Tlokwe, who still has bullets lodged in his body will finally be honoured.
The biography is edited by Motsoaledi and wa Maahlamela, both of whom Seletisha calls “my gods of poetry”. Foreword is by former APLA commander Letlapa Mphahlele. 
He swears by Bila. “He is one honest writer, his work contains the truth.” 
Himself, wa Maahlamela and Motsoaledi are the trio responsible for the renaissance of a language that is endangered by the emerging middle class which prefers foreign to native. Seletisha is optimistic, “The upcoming generation will also donate the tongues to add on the spice. Instead of investing in sex, alcohol and human trafficking, crime and all unprofitable activities.”


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12/12/10

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"I don’t Like Black People”- What? Say it Again.

Contrary to popular opinion, which would have you believing that i wake up every morning with an insatiable appetite to chase stray school principals who think getting high on their own supply is part of their perks, i actually am more of a literature fundi than a journalist. I do journalism once a week and literature once a year for 120 intensive days. So, i spend more time figuring out syntaxes than dodging deadlines.

So, with that royal mantle on i trekked to Joburg last week for the 5th instalment of the South African Literature Awards. Well, i am connected to the awards in a cosy way, even though i would spare such details for next time - actually for people who love gossip. Here i was in Midrand’s Gallagher estates on the 8th, surrounded by all this royalty i felt like an eight-years old in a chocolate factory. Writers, reviewers, literature fundis to me are royalty, so don't get it twisted.

However this year's awards didn’t come without some level of controversy. While the adjudicating part of these stellar accolades is as tight as security at a nuclear facility, it was a winner who chose to play Jonah weeks before the ceremony. Acclaimed Afrikaans author Annelie Botes (Thula-Thula) decided to spoil my mood by coming out and saying she does not like Black people. ‘Doesn’t like Black people?”. Botes please, what have they ever done to you? I know the English locked your ancestors in concentration camps and denied them basic human rights. But Blacks. All Blacks ever did was to endure years of torment and brutality while your own people, who you didn’t condemn once killed and maimed them. And now that they survived apartheid you decide to dislike them. Okay Mami, Blacks are not going to disappear simply because some 53-years old Tannie doesn't like them.

That was a blot. The awards ceremony went well. Notable contributors to the South African literary landscape were honoured on the night. Amongst those i can remember by name are Kgebetli Moele (Book of the Dead), Kevin Bloom (Ways of Staying), Mandla Langa (The Changing colours of a Chameleon), Peter Horn, Mxolisi Nyezwa, Karabo Kgoleng, Kobus Moolman etc. I remember these few because some of them are people i have shared conversations with over red wine some godforsaken part of this country in the past.

The event was graced by people larger than me;

Max Sisulu (Speaker of the National Assembly) whose aura can melt ice, retired judge Pius Langa, Minister of Arts and Culture Paul Mashatile, Sol Plaatjie Museum's Sabata-Mpho Mokae, author Siphiwo Mahala (When a Man Cries), Prof Pitika Ntuli (inhloko yemamba! haha), spindoctor Sandile Memela and Ngidi (publisher), and many other important people i shudder to mention that they slipped my memory.

Performances, compeering and entertainment were provided by Prof Kole Omotoso (Vodacommmmmmmm), Tu Nokwe, National Poet Laureate Prof Keorapetse Kgositsile ("an omelette can never be unscrambled"), activist Prince Shapiro and storyteller Gcina Mhlophe. You would have easily spotted very important people in the crowd such as the CEO of the National Arts Council of South Africa (dark like my chocolate) and the Gauteng MEC for Arts, Ntate Maile (bua comrade bua!)

I was there. I came i saw and took the pictures. I want to be critical of things but when things went as smooth as they did, courtesy of well-rounded South African wine and good food (not traditional), who am i to find fault? The next instalment of the SALA is 2011 and you know – Kasiekulture will be there! Ahoy!


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