Poetry Club
This club is aimed at nurturing budding poets and writers to realise their full potential. The theme for the year is CELEBRATING THE POWER OF WORDS.
At the sessions, learners get to share their pieces of poetry, get feedback on their work, and enjoy the words of some famous poets both classical and modern. They are also expected to present their poems in a poetry recital that will be arranged for them later in the year.
Poetry club is exciting because it is a platform for learners to express their feelings, voice their frustrations and celebrate their womanhood through poetry writing and performance.
They are the echoes of creative expressions!
Convenor: Ms S. Moodliar
At the sessions, learners get to share their pieces of poetry, get feedback on their work, and enjoy the words of some famous poets both classical and modern. They are also expected to present their poems in a poetry recital that will be arranged for them later in the year.
Poetry club is exciting because it is a platform for learners to express their feelings, voice their frustrations and celebrate their womanhood through poetry writing and performance.
They are the echoes of creative expressions!
Convenor: Ms S. Moodliar
FAMILY
What is money without family,
Or luxury without friends,
Or life without love?
And what are you, without people?
My home summons me,
Like a bright lamp does a moth.
My home – with no roof or ceiling,
My home – with no windows or curtains,
My home – with no beds or blankets,
No television or radio.
But there is hope:
My home spells laughter, love and care.
My mother – my heart,
My father – my mind,
My sister – my body,
My brother – my soul,
My family – my fulfilment.
And there are memories:
The mouth-watering flavours that swallow the shack,
We race like F1 drivers to the source of delicious smells
Of pots of food made from small resources.
We talk, mouths half-filled, endless stories
Of triumph and defeat.
My family – my treasure.
Written by Jocelyne Tafirenyika
What is money without family,
Or luxury without friends,
Or life without love?
And what are you, without people?
My home summons me,
Like a bright lamp does a moth.
My home – with no roof or ceiling,
My home – with no windows or curtains,
My home – with no beds or blankets,
No television or radio.
But there is hope:
My home spells laughter, love and care.
My mother – my heart,
My father – my mind,
My sister – my body,
My brother – my soul,
My family – my fulfilment.
And there are memories:
The mouth-watering flavours that swallow the shack,
We race like F1 drivers to the source of delicious smells
Of pots of food made from small resources.
We talk, mouths half-filled, endless stories
Of triumph and defeat.
My family – my treasure.
Written by Jocelyne Tafirenyika
