Ropa lausui runoja vuosijuhlaseminaarissa


Vuosijuhlaseminaarissa saatiin nauttia lahjakkaan zimbabwelaisen ylästeen tytön, Ropafadzo Chandawilan runonlausunnasta. Hän on parhaillaan kolmen viikon matkalla Suomessa juhlistamassa yhdistyksen 25-vuotispäiviä sekä edustamassa kaikkia Zimbabwen Aids-orvot ry:n tukemia lapsia.

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Kuvat: Mari Waegelein

”LOVERS GIVE KINGDOMS” BY EEVA KILPI

Lovers give kingdoms to each other,
new homelands, continents and rare languages.
When they spit up, the gifts remain,
nothing is cancelled out
and love lingers within the gifts
as literature, as skill in tongues,
as poems and as stories
the lovers composed together
each in the language of the other.
That’s how love creates a wider world
and how, even as it vanishes
something is born of peace and understanding.
And hearts are opened afresh
with that much more to share
for lovers when another love appears.

”MY MOTHER, MY SISTER” BY EEVA KILPI

My mother, my sister, my friend, my child,
that’s what my mother says to me.
There’s a beautiful declaration of love,
the most bounteous l’ve heard from anyone.
The bird of night began to sing
when l remember it.
Mother, mother, mother, it says
sister, sister, sister, friend, friend,
my child, my child, my child. My dear, my dear.
I understand.
Whoever says to me
just one of these phrases
means all of them.

”WHEN GRANNIES DIE” – first verses BY EEVA KILPI

When grannies die
they become flowering meadows and unmown hay
and some grannies turn into trees
and they hum softly over their grandchildren,
protect them from the rain and wind,
and spread branches over them
in winter when the snow comes.
But before that grannies are passionate.

”WE ARE THE LITTLE ONES”

We are the little ones
the rainbow of colours and the flowers that bloom,
the tender ones who need care — so please remember to take care
to love is to care and to care is to love.
We are the little birds that shall fly above the sky
because if you aim high above the sky
when you fall you shall fall somewhere in the sky.
We are the tender petals, please don’t temper,
don’t ever ever provoke our tempers.
We know what is right and to fight for our rights,
we know that mighty is not right
so please right your wrongs right now.
We are the victims of victors if you don’t know
we are the echoes of hope in the wars of Africa.
Indeed we are the future of Africa
the beautiful African children,
the little ones — and we say mighty is not right!