{"id":18978,"date":"2017-01-05T18:09:11","date_gmt":"2017-01-05T17:09:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.revuenoire.com\/en\/?p=18978"},"modified":"2022-11-09T12:15:22","modified_gmt":"2022-11-09T11:15:22","slug":"kasele-watuta-laisi-congo-kinshasa","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.revuenoire.com\/en\/kasele-watuta-laisi-congo-kinshasa\/","title":{"rendered":"Kasele Watuta LAISI &#8211; Congo Kinshasa"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"pl-18978\"  class=\"panel-layout\" ><div id=\"pg-18978-0\"  class=\"panel-grid panel-no-style\" ><div id=\"pgc-18978-0-0\"  class=\"panel-grid-cell\" ><div id=\"panel-18978-0-0-0\" class=\"so-panel widget widget_sow-editor panel-first-child panel-last-child\" data-index=\"0\" ><div\n\t\t\t\n\t\t\tclass=\"so-widget-sow-editor so-widget-sow-editor-base\"\n\t\t\t\n\t\t>\n<div class=\"siteorigin-widget-tinymce textwidget\">\n\t<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.revuenoire.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/Kasele-Watuta-Laisi-RdCongo-Kinshasa-Ecrivain-.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-19633\" src=\"http:\/\/www.revuenoire.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/Kasele-Watuta-Laisi-RdCongo-Kinshasa-Ecrivain--150x150.jpg\" alt=\"Kasele Watuta Laisi, DRCongo, Kinshasa, Writer\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" \/><\/a><br \/> <em>\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><br \/> <em>Kasele Watuta Laisi, born in Kivu in Zaire in 1946, deceased in 2012, had a doctorate in french literature and was professor at the Institut Sup\u00e9rieur P\u00e9dagogique in Bukavu. He has written many literary critics and was author in French and Swahili of a collection of poems. He staged the play\u00a0<\/em><em>'<i>La Question'<\/i>, by the\u00a0troupe of the Institut sup\u00e9rieur de p\u00e9dagogie de Bukavu.<\/em><br \/> Published writings\u00a0: '\u00c9<i>cumes'<\/i>, poems, Ceruki, 1981 ; '<i>La Question'<\/i>, theatre, KLM, 1983 ; '<i>Grioties'<\/i>, poemes, Zalya, 1984 ; '<i>Feuillet de jette'<\/i>, poems, 2007 ;<br \/> unpublished\u00a0writings: '<i>Roses et \u00e9cueils'<\/i>, poems, 1971 ; '<i>Migrations'<\/i>, poems, 1981 ; '<i>Bibi'<\/i>, poems, 1986 ; '<i>Gai, coop\u00e9rons'<\/i>, short story, 1994 ; '<i>Gluten, \u00f4 terroir'<\/i>, theatre, 1994.<br \/> <em>\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">***<\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><br \/> <em>\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<h1 class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">Grioties<\/span><\/h1>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">[published in RN 04 in March 1992, original text written in French translated by V.C. Koppel]<\/span><\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\" style=\"padding-left: 60px\"><span class=\"s1\">Kinshasa ! A large croaking torment of black delirium. The sun, a massive burden, bathes it's feet in majestic fluid, tainted by betrayal and the bitter mucous of our ancestors.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\" style=\"padding-left: 60px\"><span class=\"s1\">My descent, barely touches the conglomerate bellows of a fauna. Galley slaves have nerves of steel, angular jaws, husky voices and hidden pain.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\" style=\"padding-left: 60px\"><span class=\"s1\">My foot is astounded, feeling the cleft stones of a people's brain ! They are monuments, the neurons which not long ago belted out the anthem of a great summer.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\" style=\"padding-left: 60px\"><span class=\"s1\">Vast is this somnolent matter, surmounted by foundations, at the end of an uncompleted calvary somewhere near Limete*. When will this great mirage of drunken intercourse cry out in fury for the future ?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\" style=\"text-align: center\"><span class=\"s1\">***<\/span><\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\" style=\"padding-left: 60px\"><span class=\"s1\">Cold heaves strangle the smile of an infant cuddled up against the bony ribs of a stunted pregnancy, gone cold since yesterday. The sunrise has no sun for these poor sunrise has no sun for these poor bodies, barely coverer bodies, barely covered by rags even the lice have deserted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\" style=\"padding-left: 60px\"><span class=\"s1\">Child of my country, gums squeezing a limp breast.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\" style=\"padding-left: 60px\"><span class=\"s1\">Child of my country, pulsating yesterday, in the womb of a femininity scarred from its depths.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\" style=\"padding-left: 60px\"><span class=\"s1\">Just yesterday : a tiny bedroom in a smoky shed, a mattress against the remnant of a wall squeaks in the cold.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\" style=\"padding-left: 60px\"><span class=\"s1\">She, twenty, her shabby hope undressed to the bowels. He, a candle in his hand. With a feverish finger he traces on distended skin, the capricious excitement of their embryonic survival.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"p4\"><em><span class=\"s1\">Kasele Watuta Laisi, 1981<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"p4\"><em><span class=\"s1\">[extracts of\u00a02 poems from the collection 'Grioties', Edition Zalya Bukavu, Za\u00efre (RDCongo)]<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"p4\">* A neighborhood of Kinshasa<\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><br \/> <em>\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"p4\" style=\"text-align: center\">***<\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><br \/> <em>\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Kasele Watuta Laisi, writer from Congo-Kinshasa, extract from &#8216;Grioties&#8217;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[250,64],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.revuenoire.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18978"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.revuenoire.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.revuenoire.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.revuenoire.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.revuenoire.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=18978"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.revuenoire.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18978\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22570,"href":"https:\/\/www.revuenoire.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18978\/revisions\/22570"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.revuenoire.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18978"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.revuenoire.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18978"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.revuenoire.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18978"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}