"I want to be neither messiah nor mahdi. My only arms are my words, I speak and I awaken, I am not a redresser of wrongs, not a miracle worker, I am a redresser of life, I speak and I give back Africa to herself!"
From A SEASON IN THE CONGO by Aimé Césaire, tr. from the French (Martinique) by Gayatri Chakravorty Spivak, 1966 (fr), 2010 (this eng edition) from @seagullbooks
Aimé Césaire - poet, playwright, philosopher, and politician/activist.
His words have the power to completely *stop you in your tracks* with their weight and tenor. I witnessed that reading his Notebook of a Return to the Native Land last June for Read Caribbean, and was looking forward to more of his work this June - going for one of his stage plays this time.
A drama in three acts, set in the late 1950s-1961 as Congo struggles/gains independence from Belgium, and the rise of the Patrice Lumumba. All based on true events, beginning in a Congolese tavern, where people are crying for liberty and independence after decades of horrific oppression. After independence, Lumumba has popular support as a vibrant leader, elected to the position of Prime Minister in his early 30s.
Césaire uses familiar staging of dream sequences, a storyteller/bard character who closes each scene, and characterizations of "Revenge" and "War". The play ends with the assassination of Lumumba by a different Congolese faction (which in turn was backed by Belgian and USian colonial powers...), and the violent uprisings in the streets of Kinshasa.
A 2013 run of this play in London's Young Vic Theatre starred Chiwetel Ejiofor as Lumumba, and I found it helpful to look through some of the available photos to see how the play was set out on stage.
A Caribbean writer who writes this STUNNING political drama set in the Congo (now the DRC). A truly global force.
A few more notable passages:
"Giving birth is painful, it is the law; but when the child is born one smiles at it. I would like today a Congo full of smiles."
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Little bird flying back and forth
Of glue and of the slingshot
What a bird brain, says the trap
The bird has forgotten the trap
The trap remembers the bird.
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And where was [the UN], when the Belgian's massacred our men and violated our women? And now, it's we the savages!
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It is true that you are a prophet, Patrice. He who walks ahead and speaks out. That is your strength and your weakness.
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I see Africa assaulted in every part with rapacious birds, and as soon as she moves away from one, another is on her with its beak dripping.