Book contents
- Frontmatter
- Contents
- Foreword
- A Gentle Warning
- Scent of Invisible Footprints in Moments of Complexity
- Biko Reborn
- We Begin a New Era
- Kept Alive in Chains
- In My Art
- My Body is a Centre of Colliding Forces
- Conversations With Stone
- Twin Forces
- In a Recurring Anthropomorphic Dream
- They Came in Waves
- They Say His Nose
- Burdens of the Past
- Musical Words
- In Our Culture
- Locked in an Embrace
- Translucent Ideas
- Black Like an Angolan Night
- We Have Lost the Faces of Footprints
- I Suckled the Smooth Breast
- Of One Mind
- Spiralling Into Existance
- I Look Down
- I Carry Echoes in My Eardrums
- There Are Echoes of String
- Long Breasted One
- I Carried Out an Autopsy
- Vumani Bo!
- Child of My Mother
- I Love You With the Power of Undulating
- Third Insurrection of Feet
- Exhausted But Inspired
- We Dug Gold And Diamonds
- Twenty-First Insurrection of the Exhaust Pipe
- Tenth Insurrection of the Exhaust Pipe
- Thirteenth Insurrection of the Exhaust Pipe
- Pressured To the Limit
- Too Many Many Nights of Blackouts
- Modigliani's Second Memory
- Modigliani's Memory
- Sixth Insurrection of the Wheelbarrow
- Third Insurrection of the Wheelbarrow
- The Insurrection of Hyenas
- Amedeo Modigliani
- In the Past When Stones Were Still Soft As Butter
- Footprints
The Insurrection of Hyenas
Published online by Cambridge University Press: 28 February 2020
Book contents
- Frontmatter
- Contents
- Foreword
- A Gentle Warning
- Scent of Invisible Footprints in Moments of Complexity
- Biko Reborn
- We Begin a New Era
- Kept Alive in Chains
- In My Art
- My Body is a Centre of Colliding Forces
- Conversations With Stone
- Twin Forces
- In a Recurring Anthropomorphic Dream
- They Came in Waves
- They Say His Nose
- Burdens of the Past
- Musical Words
- In Our Culture
- Locked in an Embrace
- Translucent Ideas
- Black Like an Angolan Night
- We Have Lost the Faces of Footprints
- I Suckled the Smooth Breast
- Of One Mind
- Spiralling Into Existance
- I Look Down
- I Carry Echoes in My Eardrums
- There Are Echoes of String
- Long Breasted One
- I Carried Out an Autopsy
- Vumani Bo!
- Child of My Mother
- I Love You With the Power of Undulating
- Third Insurrection of Feet
- Exhausted But Inspired
- We Dug Gold And Diamonds
- Twenty-First Insurrection of the Exhaust Pipe
- Tenth Insurrection of the Exhaust Pipe
- Thirteenth Insurrection of the Exhaust Pipe
- Pressured To the Limit
- Too Many Many Nights of Blackouts
- Modigliani's Second Memory
- Modigliani's Memory
- Sixth Insurrection of the Wheelbarrow
- Third Insurrection of the Wheelbarrow
- The Insurrection of Hyenas
- Amedeo Modigliani
- In the Past When Stones Were Still Soft As Butter
- Footprints
Summary
My sister and I plotted the kill
We went separate ways to meet on the plains
We picked the lagging kudu
My sister initiated the chase
From the tall grass I appeared and the kudu
At frightened high speed tried to turn
Off balance we caught it!
Humans called us scavengers
That's how our insurrection began!
It was the lion that scavenged our kill
The jungle press with its electronic paparazzi
Has a one-track mind
Eternal enemies they called us
When we went to war with lions
Our matriarch challenging the male lion
To a duel in the plains ala Shooting in the OK Corral
The lion pissed to mark territory
I pissed on the lion's piss to cancel his territorial claim
They still called us scavengers
That's when our insurrection began!
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