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Nat Nakasa PDF Print E-mail
Tuesday, 19 August 2014 14:00

Nathaniel Ndzana Nakasa (1937-1965), journalist and short story writer.  Conflicting sources suggest that Nakasa was born in either Lusikisiki in the Eastern Cape or Durban.  Coming from a working class family, he was forced to leave school in 1954 without matriculating. While in Durban, he worked as a journalist for John Dube’s newspaper Ilanga Lase Natal.  He later moved to Johannesburg to work as a regular contributor for Drum and Golden City Post.  He was also the first black journalist to work at the Rand Daily Mail.  In 1963 he founded The Classic, a literary magazine that served as a publishing outlet for emerging black writers.  Fellow Drum writer, Can Themba was a regular contributor to the magazine.  It was during this time that Nakasa began to work closely with winner of the 1991 Nobel Prize for Literature, Nadine Gordimer.  Gordimer would later go on to write the foreword for Essop Patel’s The World of Nat Nakasa (1975), which contains a selection of Nakasa’s writings.

In 1964, Nakasa was awarded a Nieman Fellowship to study journalism at Harvard in the USA.  He was forced to leave South Africa on an exit permit as the apartheid government rejected his application for a passport.  Nakasa’s experience of racism in America was recorded in “Mr Nakasa goes to Harlem”, which was commissioned by the New York Times in 1965.  That same year, Nakasa died after falling from a high-rise building on July 14.  Before his death, he had begun to express feelings of homesickness and isolation.  He was buried at the Ferncliff cemetery in upstate New York.  This cemetery is also the resting place of African American essayist and novelist, James Baldwin, and jazz musician, Thelonious Monk.  Nakasa’s headstone was placed by the Neiman Foundation in 1995 and reads:

Nathaniel Nakasa May 12 1937-July 14 1965.  Journalist, Nieman Fellow, South African.

- 1038 (tombstone number)

The year 2014 has seen a resurgence in interest in Nakasa as plans were set in motion to return his remains to South Africa for re-interment.  The burial site will be at Heroes Acre in Chesterville, Durban.  Minister of Arts and Culture, Nathi Mthethwa has suggested: “This will hopefully bring closure to a horrific chapter that has remained a blight in our history for almost 50 years.  His homecoming is the restoration of his citizenship and dignity as a human being”.

The Print Media Association, the South African Nieman Alumni, and the South African National Editors' Forum have established an annual award for courageous journalism, which is named after him.

Excerpt from “The Life and Death of King Kong” (1959)

Ezekiel ‘King Kong’ Dhlamini – that rugged, ever-unkempt giant with the iron muscles of a Durban rickshaw puller – is back in the limelight.  Within two years a legend has emerged around the man who threw himself into a dam rather than face the grey sameness of prison life.

That is as he would have wished.  That the whole land should remember his death.  That the whole land should remember the strange, fabulous incidents that crowded the 32-year life of ‘Lightning Marshal’.

Right this moment, here in Johannesburg, King Kong’s gorilla face is on red posters pasted on to walls, his name in the papers and pasted on to car windows.  A musical elephant-size job with over fifty men and women on the stage is being made on King’s life.  The estimated cost of the opera’s production is £6000.

The ‘Spice Smasher’, the ‘King Marshal’ – Mandlenkosi Dhlamini if you want to be official – met his first boyhood days in the district of Vryheid, Natal, around the year 1925.  After showing up, fairly regularly, in a Roman Catholic school for two years, King Marshal turned his back for the last time in a classroom.

Only about fourteen then, according to his brother Elliot, King Kong went to work in Vryheid, herding a white family’s milk-cow and keeping their little vegetable garden in lookable condition.  There wasn’t much in the way of pay.  But what a pleasure to be away from his father’s whip in the family fields!

Only a few months hurried by and King Kong was gone.  Nobody had any idea where he was.  The next to be heard of him was when he wrote – at least supervised in the writing of a letter to his mother – reporting that he was in Durban.  But Durban was too quiet for this tall Tarzan-youth.

So without much waste of time, King Kong took his exit from Durban.  Off to the wild, stabbing, over-populated Johannesburg.  Much, much further away from his parents.  He also left behind his three brothers and two sisters, all his junior.

Not bothered for one moment about getting himself a job and a boss, King Kong tried his big hands at gambling with cards and shooting dice – just to knock together some kind of a living.  It was a gambling argument that landed the King in jail after a man had been battered to death.  King was acquitted, and staggered back straight back into his old life.

In those days he used to visit places like raining gyms and singing or dancing hangouts since he had tons of time on his hands – which ‘won’t work’ hasn’t?  He found his way to sparring rooms at the Bantu Men’s Social Centre – a den with hard-hitting boys under the famous hand of William ‘Baby Batter’ Mbatha.

Those who tell the story of King’s first day in the gym have now turned it into a joke for entertaining guests at the township parties.  He is sad to have laughed himself sick at the sight of people fighting with ‘cushion’s round their fists.

‘Why don’t they use bare fists, these chaps?’ King is said to have asked.

To King Kong the whole thing looked silly.  He told the boys he could lick them all in a row, gloves or no gloves on.  What’s more, when he was shown the trainer, he repeated his words: I can lick your bows any time all in a row, including you their boss.

The trainer laughed it off and went his way.  But when King insisted, getting more insulting and aggressive, trainer Mbatha got into a pair of gloves and flung two to King Kong.  In two or three rounds Mbatha sent this Goliath to the ground, proving his point.

(Chapman 1989: 166)

Books

 

Patel, E (ed).  1975.  The World of Nat Nakasa.  Johannesburg: Ravan Press.




Exclusive Preview of Vera Castleman’s Darkest Before Dawn PDF Print E-mail
Monday, 18 August 2014 13:56

Vera Castleman is the latest author to be featured on our site. She is in the process of releasing her novel, Darkest Before Dawn. According to Castleman, it is about a young, innocent woman who comes from a sheltered family in a tiny sea side town on the south coast of KZN. She is a refined girl who has studied art. She gets a job as an illustrator in a Johannesburg company and meets up with a charming “lout”. Darkest Before Dawn is due to be released in late August on Amazon with a possible release on Smashworks. Here is an extract from the novel:

The evening at the art show had been very interesting. When they arrived at "The Bovine's Nook" she was startled to see the huge cow's head framing the doorway. It was eerie to enter through the cow's gaping mouth which led into a dimly lit entrance hall and reception desk. The girl taking the entrance fee sat behind the desk. She wore a headdress in the shape of a cow's head. Her clothes were white with huge speckles of black. After paying their entrance they were steered towards the entrance hall.

As Sharon's eyes skimmed across the dimly lit room she saw several large statues of cows seated upright around the black walls of the entrance hall. There were glitter balls on the ceiling casting speckles of light around the room. Sharon blinked and focused on the nearest statue. It had huge red lips forming the silliest smile on its face. Its front legs were wrapped around its enormous, shocking pink flattened udder – cloven hooves peeping out from under the udder provided foot rests. The udder formed a table for glasses of champagne. A dairy maid in a sexy little skirt and apron and silly hat stood next to each cow handing drinks to people as they passed. Sharon and Julia could barely suppress their giggles. They walked as quickly as they could towards another cows head framing a doorway and passed through the mouth into the first of a labyrinth of partitions. Subtle lighting focused on the art pieces. There were two or three sculptures in each room as well a display of paintings on the wall. Several of the paintings already sported a sold sticker.

Sharon found herself enjoying the surreal experience and found quite a few pieces that she wouldn't mind owning.

More by chance than by good management they found themselves at the bar in the middle of the maze. The plush seats were upholstered in mock speckled cow hide. The padding around the bar was in matching fabric.

"Euw!" exclaimed Sharon crinkling her nose.

"What's wrong?" asked Julia.

"Look at that monstrous bull's head above the bar. I was just imagining what damage those massive horns could do. Also those eyes! They are spooky. I can't stand the thought of that magnificent beast being killed and mounted on a wall."

"Oh, A sensitive soul I see," Paul's voice echoed behind them. "Don't worry darling – it's not real."

"It looks real," said Sharon.

"Papier Mâché my dear, I assure you," He bent over to brush his lips on Sharon's hand.

"Hello Paul" said Julia.

"Aah, The delightful Julia," He bent to kiss her hand as well.

"Well girls. We are over there," said Paul indicating with the drink in his hand as he ushered them over.

"The SPCA would be up in arms if it was real," responded Simon's voice. "Sharon, I have been keeping this seat warm for you." He stood up and extended his hand towards Sharon.

Sharon was aware of hooded glances from the twins Kayli and Donna as she took Simon's hand and allowed him to lead her to the seat that he had indicated. She also caught Debbie looking her up and down as a condescending near sneer drifted quickly across her lips - quickly but slow enough so that Sharon could receive the full brunt of it.

"So girls – which paintings are you buying?" asked Paul.

Julia imitated his bored drawl, "Oh I haven't found anything to fit in with my new colour scheme yet."

"Julia, you are such a peasant when the finer things in life are at stake." Paul pulled his handkerchief out of his top pocket and waved it around as if to clear the air of the 'low class' influence.

"Oh Paul," laughed Julia. "You are such a snob! Come on Sharon, let's continue with our tour."

Simon held out his hand to help Sharon out of the chair and gave a small bow as the girls left.

When they were out of earshot Sharon said, "Simon seems to be such a gentleman."

"Watch it with that one," said Julia. "First impressions can be deceiving."




Vera Castleman PDF Print E-mail
Monday, 18 August 2014 13:16

Vera Castleman is a Durban-based writer. She has had an illustrious career in education; she taught Maths and Computer Studies at Brettonwood High School for twelve years, coached the External Computer Studies classes under the education departments banner (eight years), lectured Computer Studies at Edgewood College of education (eight years) and taught at New Forest High School for eight years. Although she wrote IT and Computer Application Technology textbooks, she had an unrealised desire to write fictional pieces. Castleman’s inspiration came in the form of her granddaughter, Della, who was visiting from the UK. Della asked her to write to her when she returned home and this helped get Castleman’s creative juices flowing.

From 2012 to present, she has published literature (using the pen name “Vera Alexander”) with a thematic focus on youth and their experiences. This includes the Della and Easter series, a set of five fairy-tales aimed at young children. She has released a teen graphic novel entitled In the Twinkling of an Eye and a short story called Red Flag. The majority of these works have been published online through Smashworks and Amazon and are also available at Adams Booksellers.

In 2013, she debuted her first novella, Full Circle, at the Pavilion branch of Exclusive Books. It explores the life of an ordinary boy, Bandile, who is involved in an accident and becomes a paraplegic. Here, Castleman pens his rise above this tragedy and determination to take on life with a renewed sense of determination.  Full Circle was inspired by her experiences as a temporary teacher at the Open Air School in Durban, a school which caters to children with physical disabilities. In an interview with Artsmart, Castleman acknowledged her admiration for the student’s “acceptance and joy for education” and their drive to succeed despite their physical challenges. Her novel received high praise from Manuela Cardiga, author of Guilty Pleasures, who commended Castleman for possessing the “impassioned and unpretentious simplicity of a true story teller” and successfully capturing “the African culture, its very tone and cadence and attitude with great tenderness and admiration”.


At present, Castleman works for UmSinsi Press as a typist, editor, typesetter and sometime computer maintenance /support person. She teaches Ballroom and Latin dancing, helps  adults come to terms with computer technology and enjoys blogging.  She is in the process of completing her next novel, Darkest Before Dawn, which will be published as both an e-book and hard copy.  According to Castleman, it is about a young, innocent woman who comes from a sheltered family in a tiny sea side town on the south coast of KZN. She is a refined girl who has studied art and gets a job as an illustrator in a Johannesburg company and meets up with a charming “lout”.

Website: DeLectably Cool C.A.T.S

Twitter: @Vera_Truth

Facebook: Vera Alexander

Blog: Vera Alexander

Selected Work

Excerpt from Full Circle (2013):


Bandile started the lawn mower and let his mind wander as he mowed the lawn.

He was no longer Bandile mowing the lawn. He was on the Albert Hall Stage. He was an honoured guest entertaining Her Majesty the Queen. He looked around at the crowds screaming and shouting … No that wouldn't happen at a command performance.

He turned the mower and started on the next strip.

He had just completed his concert at Wimbledon. The perspiration was running down his face. The crowds were screaming his name and begging him to sing and dance just one more song. The lights were blinking on the large Christmas tree at the side of the stage… No, that wouldn't work either. If it was Christmas it would probably be snowing in the UK.

Up the next strip, Bandile was entertaining a crowd at the Moses Mabhida Stadium. It was summer in Durban. No scratch that, it was too hot in summer and in summer it often rained at night. Okay. So it was winter at the Moses Mabhida Stadium. He was a famous international star who had come to entertain people in his home town. Cirque du Soleil had honoured him by agreeing to send some of their artists as a supporting act. (He had been watching them on the TV and the performers enthralled him!)

During his last number, trapeze artists were suspended from the famous arch and were swinging – mostly in time to his music. The crowd was going wild. His supporting dancers were the team of guys from his school who were now internationally recognised. The dance coach had choreographed a fabulous number for his finale! Girls were streaming down on ribbons from the arch and stopping themselves just above the audience's heads and then wrapping themselves in the ribbons as they ascended to the arch. Each girl had a different coloured ribbon. Clowns were performing on a smaller stage in front of the main stage. Streamers, confetti and angel dust were released to fall on the audiences upturned faces.

Ah well, he could dream!

Bibliography

1998. Tenderfoot Guide To Word Processing: Using Microsoft Word '97.Durban: umSinsi Press

2012. How Easter met Della. Durban: umSinsi Press

2012. In the Twinkling of an Eye. Durban: umSinsi Press

2012. Easter's Fairy Adventure.Durban: umSinsi Press

2013. Easter’s First Christmas.Durban: umSinsi Press

2013. Easter at the Bird Park. Durban: umSinsi Press

2013. Della's Birthday Surprise. [Online] Smashwords: Felicity Keats Morrison

2013. Computer Applications Technology Grade 10 Theory (Cool C.A.T.S.). Durban: umSinsi Press

2013. Full Circle. Durban: umSinsi Press

2014.Red Flag. Smashwords: Felicity Keats Morrison

 




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