This book, the first anthology of its kind, encompasses poems collected from 3 different national High School poetry programs. It could perhaps be the only book of this kind in East Africa.
“So I seize the vocabulary of complaint
And transform it into a language of discontent
For long I have endured being soft-hearted
But I can’t bear being soft-headed.
If only words were bullets that shoot our tormentors!
“Those that slice and dice us
Into us and them, we and they
Those that dissect our society into layers of class.
Those that describe us in shapes and size
And see is through lenses of slavery.
“I talk of those ingrates
Those corrupt, carnivorous, hyenas.
Who have stripped Africa naked of her dignity
And plastered her colonial wounds
With bondages of civil wars and genocide…”
CLARION CALL by Nakaweesa Ruth, Mount of Olives College, Mukono
THE SAVANNAH KNOWS NO FRIENDS is an anthology of poems from 13 high schools which are;
Format: Paperback & Kindle
Language: English, Luganda
Number Of Pages: 64
Publisher: Kitara Nation
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DON’T LOVE ME IN ENGLISH brilliantly tells the journey of the persona in poetry through Kampala taxi-rides, men’s public objectification of women, the quest for love and the pain of the heart-break and the power of resilience. This wonderful collection highlights issues of gender, religion and culture. A must-read for all teenage girls.
“No speaking Vernacular was beautifully performed; humourous, witty, revealing. I thought the play clearly brought out the shortcomings of an education system that wholly demonizes the use of native languages in schools. No Speaking Vernacular pits Mr. Full stop, the John Speke High School Headteacher against Dambya, (Nsubuga Muhammad) a renegade vernacular speaker. Dambya’s sin is using the Luganda word ‘gwe’ which Mr Full stop considers an unforgivable breach of Article 23 of the school Regulations.
In punishment, Dambya suffers the minimum punishment prescribed by the regulations. He is caned. He is forced to wear old sisal sackcloth, a bone around his neck, and a placard bearing the words: “I am stupid. I speak Vernacular.”
– Herbert Okello Andrew, Lawyer, teacher.
“The young writers have vehemently demonstrated their frustrations, puzzles and hopes in a society with adults swallowed in know-it-all snobbery. The poetic arrows in this poetry collection declare war on societal silence on things that matter most and draw lines to proper order of the ideal society, a society in which they would love to dwell now as children and tomorrow as adults. It is a reflective collection of thoughts with thousands of options of solutions to our fears. It is work you wouldn’t abandon to dust.”
-Kened. B. Ngiise iii, teacher, poet/writer.