- SEXY POET PROPOSES TO KHAMA
Controversial poet Berry Heart set tongues wagging at the Okavango International Poetry festival in Maun last weekend when she made a passionate public marriage proposal to the President.
The rising star startled the festival audience as she performed her poem, “I have a Crush on Ian Khama” in a scanty red bikini, and admitted that she had a strong sexual attraction and long-term love for the unmarried head of state.
AN AFFAIR OF THE HEART
- Poet sends love message to the President
Voluptuous poetess Berry Heart sparked controversy when she declared her passion for the President whilst performing in Maun last week.
Born Keotshephile Motseonageng and fast becoming known for pushing boundaries through art, the 24-year-old performer set the stage ablaze in a red bikini piece, gyrating her hips as she publicly declared her infatuation, love and undying sexual desire for President Khama.
Performing with a picture of the President projected on a wall, Gaborone based Heart shook her ample behind in captivating dance movements as she sensually chronicled how she has had a crush on ‘Ian Khama’ since she was five years old. She went on to wish that Botswana’s most eligible bachelor would set her free from the torture of unrequited love.
In her passionate plea the raunchy poet unashamedly declared what she would like to do with Khama between the sheets.
Oblivious to the mixed reaction her remarks were drawing from the large crowd that packed Maun Lodge hall, Heart in her recitation which was set to sensual music confessed: “My beloved Ian I fantasised you caressing my most erogenous zones, sending electrical impulses to my bones, as you rub your moustache against the nape of my neck.
Accomplished poet and author Barolong Seboni, a lecturer at the University of Botswana, who attended the show remarked: “She did show creativity and her attire was in line with art. I didn’t have a problem with that.”
Seboni who was making his comments on Wednesday went on to blame some media houses for having given people the mistaken impression that the artist was topless while she was in fact clad in a swimming costume. He said the reaction to her performance proved that people enjoyed it because they clapped and cheered her on. In advocating women’s freedom he maintained that they should be allowed to express how they feel about their bodies, especially artists.
Berry Heart found yet another supportive fan in Shirley Gwamolomba, a 23- year-old who “loved everything about the performance,” from the attire, which she described as “out of this world,” to her erotic dance moves.
Gwamolambo said that if beauty queens parading in underwear were not deemed offensive, there shouldn’t be anything offensive about Heart’s attire. She did admit however that it detracted from the art as it caused some of her audience to lose focus on her message as they concentrated too much on her body instead.
Meanwhile Salano Satembu a 35-year- old Maun Senior School teacher was amongst those who that felt that Heart’s attire was inappropriate and bordering on pornography as opposed to art. He complained that he
attended the show to listen to poetry and not to be subjected to over exposed flesh. “At one stage I felt as if I was in a striptease show, which I found offensive,” he said.
The show now in its second year and sponsored by the Department of Youth and Culture to the tune of P50 000, attracts participants from as far as America the Caribbean and Southern Africa.
Speaking at the end of her show Heart who is also a student of French, said that women should use poetry or art to change society’s mind-sets.
She claimed that restrictive attitudes robbed women of the freedom to express their own feelings towards men, and cited the mistaken belief that a woman could not feel beautiful and confident in her own skin unless she was rail thin.
“We have to liberate ourselves and poetry and art can be utilised to achieve that,” she said before thanking her sponsors the Alliance Francaise.
Other artists at the Festival included Ntirelang Berman, Moroka Moreri and legendary local musician Stiga Sola.
The Office of the President through Jeff Ramsay refused to comment on Heart’s proposition to the President.
At first when all my dreams flowed tallow melting to the streams so shallow my ardent thirst was curious
my tongue then made shallow whimpering lies along the stream sand where all my wave-borne bubbles burst.
For centuries memories imprisoned my dark passionate side that lies deep,
deep in every atom of my being
Afraid of being sent to the penitentiary,
I dwell in misery of how about Ian Khama I’m feeling
What hurts me most is…
those I share my feeling with have no purpose, dealing with feelings is hard
What hurts me most is…
Although I am a moving dictionary; there is no word in my vocabulary
that can express how i feel about this man.
Years return me gradually to afflictions and shames of childhood,
it is curiosity of existence…
Since childhood, I’ve always had a crush on Ian Khama and I’m ashamed of it
My beloved Ian Khama I fantasised…
You caressing my most erogenous zones; sending electrical impulses to my bones
as you rub your mustache against the nape of my neck; As your fingers sail through my back
Giving me the attention span to meditate; Liberating a part of I imprisoned by fate
The concurence of our lips… ; Like an annual equinox
Your hands artfully spooning the brackets of my phenominal hips
Making me convinced that I’m indeed an example of God’s handiwork
Thant night when our love spread out against the moon(x2)
That night who made love but we?
Memories carry me backwards on journeys of disintergration
especially journeys of loneliness
Pardon my obsequious manners,
I’m just a genious of pun done having fun under the sun
while Berry Heart poetry is shifting paradigms and cleansing imperialised minds of different kinds
raised to heavenly heights by the smilling sub saharan sun
Berry Heart *1=1 Berry Heart divided by 2 his mission is done
then his skinny ladies are none
girls with legs like slender pillars of a Tswana house in Kalahari
girls as thin as a sharpened edge of a blade
I and he will walk like a set of twins, like a set of twins, like a set of twins.
Despite the fact that I don’t fit in a pair of size zero jeans I’m a very good lover and Ian Khama deserves my love.
Love has nothing to do with weight.
Then we would kiss like snails trapped in an hourglass
Because may be, just maybe he thinks no Motswana woman is his match, and thats the catch, does it matter?
Between the sheets there is no Sir nor Madam, No president nor poet.
I’ll hypnotize you with the magic of my phenominal hips, lips locked,bodies close,thrust after thrust; my iron gates of
life creamer than cremora; better and sweeter, hearts beat faster
Pleasure you cannot measure
Getting answers to unproven theories and fairytales
Your 5DS will change to ’Daily, Darling, my Dove you Determine my Destiny’