Last Saturday Poetavango organised the inaugural Maun International Poetry Festival, I was there and from my seat it was a great success. The Saturday main event included poets from all around Botswana, as well as from South Africa, Zimbabwe and the United States. Some of the poets were well established, some new; some performed in English and some in Setswana. There was a good turnout for the event sponsored by Barclay’s Bank and the Department of Arts and Culture.
People who read this column know I’m a fan of performance poetry though I don’t do it myself. My perspective is, though, that the poetry should come before the performance, that the words are the foundation; the performance is only the decoration. The poem needs to use strong words and images to communicate with the audience. For me this is where some of the poets failed last Saturday. If wild costumes and bizarre behaviour are part of the performance, I see them as nothing more than a distraction. My take is if you need too much performance, you’re not spending enough time on your words. If you don’t want to put in that time, then you’d rather find yourself another place to perform your act because, quite frankly, you’re no longer a poet because a poet’s main love and primary focus is the words.
I have to mention here that my Setswana is no where near good enough to make any critique of the Setswana poets in last weekend’s festival. I hope somewhere someone else will. I’m confining my comments to the English poets.
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The poems on the night often dealt with relationship issues and social problems. Mandisa Mabothoe’s poem “I Miss my Drug” was powerful in words and presentation. Priskath, from Poetavango, has a unique voice and her poem on abused women was a good start, I can’t wait to hear more from her. King Philosopher’s poem, “Mma Mothusi”, about a working class woman trying to cope with pressure from all sides and considers suicide as a way out but she concludes “There’s no freedom in a tree” had moments of brilliance. Dredd X should be hired by BTV to read his poem on men who sleep with young girls- it was powerful and spot on and could assist these men to see clearly how the rest of us view them.
Other highlights of the evening included Andreattah Chuma and TJ Dema who never disappoint. One of my favourite’s for the night was Clinton Smith, the poet from New Orleans who lives in South Africa. His first poem was about the dilemma of seeing a boy begging everyday. His second poem was a love poem to South African women. People new to performance poetry could learn a lot from him. He used simple language to produce powerful sentences delivered in a calm, subtle way that built a theme that pounded against the walls with its message. Very nice indeed.
All in all I think Poetavango have done a very important thing for the literary arts in this country. I think it is important that this event is outside of Gaborone to make it feel more like something for the entire country not just another capital city cultural event. Poetavango have a commitment to making performance poetry part of the tourism experience another reason to have it in Maun. My wish is that next year the Festival can be widened to include activities for all writers. Also, from the workshop I conducted with Bontekanye Botumile on Friday night, I could see there is a need for discussion around many topics facing creative writers in the country. Literary festivals are great places for such discussions to take place. It would be good if panel discussions around some of these issues are included next year. The Maun Festival could end up being the most important annual event for writers in this country.
My Trip to Maun

Jenny teaches standard 2 and music at the Okavango International School. I spent Friday there reading some of my stories to the children and teaching them about the trumpet. Jenny and I played together, she on piano, me on trumpet, for their school assembly as well.

Sadly this "Keep Botswana Clean" dustbin is located along the Rakops- Maun road at one of the rest areas. Not a very good advert for tourists to see.

I also took this photo along the way. This is on the bridge over the Boteti River between Xhumo and Mopipi. It's been quite some time that the Boteti has flowed this far south. Apparently there is still more water on the way from Angola.


One of my favourite poems of the night was from American born, South Africa living, Clinton Smith. Here is a video of him performing it elsewhere, enjoy!
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- Lauri
- I'm Lauri Kubuitsile. I'm a full time writer living in Botswana. My love is fiction, but to make a living I write TV scripts, textbooks, news articles, lesson plans, radio scripts and anything else that requires words being placed in a pattern on a page.
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Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Maun International Poetry Festival
Dredd X At first, I was daunted by the prospect of an 18-hour bus ride, but there no way I’d let that stop me from meeting and performing with some of the best poets in southern Africa. The bus ride itself ended up being pretty easy, relatively speaking, with a few good books and a long nap used to pass the time.Zwesh I also made good friends with two immensely talented poets from Zimbabwe, Outspoken and Upmost-Mybrotherskeeper. These guys run a really impressive arts for social and political activism organization back in Harare, and considering the current political climate in Zim, I commend them highly for the important work they’re doing.Friday evening there was a workshop/symposium for all of the poets to discuss the our personal writing processes as well as the state of spoken word, what role it plays in our society, and how we can harness the power of our art to inspire others to bring about social change.Saturday during the day there was a youth poetry competition where 10 teenage girls from Botswana competed in the finals of the Women Against Rape (WAR) poetry slam. The theme of all of the pieces had to do with gender-based violence and these girls went in! It was some of the most passionate poetry I’ve ever heard and you could tell that this was coming from a very real place for all of them.Saturday night was the main show, where poets from across southern Africa got on stage and presented work that ranged from modern slam, to storytelling, to monologues, to traditional tribal poetry. While we had to bring the festival indoors because of the rain, it was definitely a cool experience to see so many different styles of poetry manifesting themselves on stage.
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Overall the experience was a great one and if I’m lucky, it won’t be the last poetry festival I perform in.