TRIBUTE TO FLAXMAN QOOPANE!

By MATSHIDISO TALENG (photos, below)

It’s been eons since I've known Mr Flaxman Qoopane, I stay just a few blocks away from his house. Growing up myself and the other kids used to refer to him as "The Daily Sun Man" you'd always see him walking around with a camera around his neck, sometimes you'd see him standing by the corner writing something in his little note book. Being naughty as we were with the other kids we'd run to his house every time there was a fight in our street, in most cases we wouldn't find him. There was this one time when two elderly women were fighting each other in our street, we ran to Mr Qoopane's house to give him the story and asked him to put it on the front page of Daily Sun, Mr Qoopane would just smile and tell us he will write about it, then he gave us sweets and told us to stay in school.

As I grew older and started being active in the literary world, I got invited to a writers workshop that was held at the Literature Museum here in Bloemfontein , when I arrived at the workshop.. There he was.. "The Daily Sun Man" he was giving a speech about his journey in writing and also his experience while he was in Tanzania during the times of the struggle, he shared both the good and the bad experiences he had that side, then showed us a couple of photos too. Later on he read us one of his poems that he had wrote those many years ago, that's when I realised that he wasn't just "The Daily Sun Man" but a man of honor, dignity and a brilliant literary activist who is passionate about his work.

I got a bit embarrassed when I remembered that I used to call him "The Daily Sun Man" and wished he'd not remember that and tell people how my friends and I used to yell "The Daily Sun Man" every time he  passed by the street. Unfortunately for me he remembered so vividly, he saw me in the crowed and smiled then said "Oh Nana you're here too? Tell them that you live just a few blocks away from my house and tell them how you and your friends used to laugh and make noise when I pass, thinking that I'm crazy always writing something in my book, you thought I was crazy neh? But you see now I'm not crazy?"

He laughed and hugged me then said "well at least now we're all crazy" then we all laughed. He taught us some voice exercises and then said to me "you have a very soft voice I can hardly hear you, back in our days there were no mic's.. We had to shout in order to be heard so I wonder if you were to perform in a big venue full of people and there are no mic's then what will you, please continue practicing these voice exercise at home, they'll help your voice to be a bit louder"

At the Vuka Poetry festival that was held at PACOFS in 2008, Mr Qoopane graced the stage with one of his exquisite poems embracing women, his stage presence was magnificent and the poem was very profound and heartfelt, you could see the dedication in his eyes and the adrenaline of the love he had for his art, I was inspired. The mic's were working just fine but he chose not to use one and everyone in there could hear him clearly, I saw that the voice exercises really works. Days later after the event, Mr Qoopane gave me photos that he took during workshops that were held there before the event.

During the 2010 Fifa World Cup Finals, Mr Qoopane invited me to his Literary Gallery as he would be showing foreign tourists all his research about artists all around the country, I was amazed to see such splendid work, inside the Gallery there was even a little space where he put books for little kids to come read and probably do their homework, like a library type of thing. I remember him telling his guests that he's dreaming of expanding the Gallery one day because there was not enough space.

When I published my own book, SECRETS, Mr Qoopane came to my home one day and said to my mother "do you know how brilliant your daughter is? I've even seen her perform several times and now she has published a book at such a very young age, you must be proud of her" then turned to look at me and said "Baby girl, I'm also very proud of you, not many kids of your age take literature as serious as you do, you're going to go far with this, keep it up and don't forget where you come from, most importantly don't forget your mother, a mother is someone very important in every person's life" he then gave me a hug and shook my Mother's hand, as we walked him out he saw a couple of people he knew passing by the street, he called them to come closer and told them that I have published a book, he's excitement was unbelievable.

This one time we were in a taxi, but I was on the third seat behind him, he was sitting with this other lady and I heard him introduce himself to this lovely lady and started a small talk with her, he shared with this lady his stories of while he was at Tanzania and told her about his writing, the lady was quiet impressed, he even showed her the photos that he showed us that day at the workshop.. I realized that he carries these photos everywhere he goes, then as he turned to check how many people were still short to fill the taxi he saw me, he was like "this is my child right there, baby girl.. Tell her, tell this lady how you know me and tell her about your book". He didn't even give me a chance to talk to that lady, he then said to her "this girl is a very good writer, her work is impressive" I smiled to myself and thought.. you know, anyone who doesn't know Mr Qoopane would swear that he's not in the right state of mind but he's actually someone who's passionate about what he does, he believes in other people as well and he's generous enough to share his knowledge with the world and that's what makes him unique and special.

At the MACUFE talk shop in 2015, Mr Qoopane came with his banners that he has made himself to advertise them to us, some people in there were bored and a bit angry as to they saw him as "gate crashing" the talk shop and "hijacking" Ms Lebo Mashile's platform, not being aware that Ms Lebo didn't mind at all. Mr Qoopane is a go getter and won't stop at anything till he gets what he wants or gets his message across and still be humble about it.

Speaking of humility, I remember when we were having a braai after a book launch of three flamboyant writers, each of them launching their book at the Fichardpark Library, so after that we were sitting and chatting with them over a braai, Mr Ice Bound Makhele was there also as well as Mr Magic Kgotseng, so Mr Qoopane said to me "have you noticed how humble these guys are?" Referring to the gentlemen who just launched their books, I asked him to indulge more on his statement, he said "even after they've achieved so much in life they are still humble, including you, anyone who don't know you guys would say I'm lying if I tell them that you are published authors" I was really humbled by that compliment and for a big achiever as him I'd say he's also humble, he doesn't have ego or arrogance and he didn't take that day and made it about him.

Now with that being said… Let's raise a toast to this exhilarating and joyful Man. Happy 60th birthday Ntate Flaxman, enjoy the benefits that comes with this age which is not being criticized for being sloppy or careless and forgetful.. Cheers...

QOOPANE - and Thorny Issues in African Writing

By Ishmael Mzwandile Soqaga

I must say as a young South African, I’m dramatically impressed by the awesome confidence that Mr Flaxman Qoopane has shown in literature over the years.  In essence he is one of the few literary catalysts who have contributed enormous in the world of letters in Free State. 

For decades, he breathtakingly displayed a phenomenal commitment in literature.  Moreover, he is essentially known as a poet, author, journalist etc.  To be more specific Qoopane as an animated activist he denied apartheid regime to discourage him to play a delectable role in the black literary voice.   

This gallant and prudent decision made him to decide to leave South Africa and live in exile; especially in African countries where elementary freedom was a real thing.  Patently, till to date Africa and the world must be proud to see people of the colourful character of Flaxman survived.  Apparently literary pundits will obviously consent that writers of the caliber of Flaxman are not easily found. 

The literary life of Flaxman poses a number of salient questions – for starters, how do people in the grassroots level respond to writer’s creativity?  Apparently as an assiduous journalist he may be famous in his own right; however do people have a complete recognition of his contribution in literature? 

In the meantime, while his books are found in countless numbers in different libraries, the whimsical and inquisitive question yet invariably remains.  Unfortunately currently no extraordinary mechanism is willing to provide answers to such question.  Libraries also are silent in revealing the statistics of the number of people who are familiar with Flaxman’s literary work.

Nevertheless, Flaxman Qoopane’s literary work is fairly prepossessing.  During the 70s as young man like any other prominent creative writer at that time, he was not in abeyance about his literary ambition.  Suddenly he joined activists in exile and he perpetually played a wonderful role in literature.  Like the likes of Es’kia Mphahlele, Wally Serote, Bessie Head and many others – he never gave in to express his talent.

While in exile he continued to impress in journalism as well as in the democratic South Africa.  The flagrant recognisable salient thing about him is his ability to share his romanticism with journalism.  “I’m a journalist by profession.  I love newspapers.  I love magazines.  I love books…”  To the scholars and whoever is interested in Flaxman Qoopane’s literary life need to reckon gingerly and distinguish between journalism and quintessential literature. 

Journalism - it depends which specific genre you feature at, but it encompasses reporting stories in the newspaper and magazine, while quintessential literature deals with imaginative literary perspective such as fiction. It is a known fact that Flaxman Qoopane has produced countless number of books and he had provided winsome literary studies on O Bolaji in particular.  Among other things, he is a veritable literary wordsmith and a visionary who has done pukka in literature!

Also, by being affixed with African National Congress while in exile, definitely he was in good care as he was afforded an opportunity to further his studies in the famous Solomon Mahlangu Freedom College (SOMAFCO) in Tanzania.  It is vitally important to emphasise that in order for writers to be productive and recognised, they need to show their exquisite character and eschew facile ideology. 

Today it is not surprising to see Flaxman Qoopane or Ntate Bolaji garner prestigious and prodigious awards in literature.  Their brilliant sacrifices earn them astronomical kudos in society.  For instance, the sensational Sol Plaatje in his brilliance, he was deliberately denied this type of privileges by the white colonial power in South Africa.  Sol Plaatje passed away many decades ago, but albeit his name is chiefly famous in South Africa and the world.  In fact it took many years for him to be honoured and today libraries and government buildings etc are named after him.  

Essentially today things have changed dramatically as now technology is playing a very significant role in our society.  Frequently, technology makes life lively and its influence is proliferating.  Inevitably technology is potent nowadays and people are familiar with it because it is easy to access and it has predominant influence among the youth. 

Consequently it may be argued that its effects can pose serious challenges in our society especially among the young people.  Young people are fondly attached on it because it makes life animated.  However it is further tempting to argue as whether young people use technology for the benefit of procuring knowledge which can be helpful for them to blossom in literature and comprehend the prominent role of writers – or they use it for fun?   How do young people hobnob and appreciate adroit writers like Flaxman Qoopane in social network?

As a matter of fact, with the successful work he produced in literature many tentative questions will always be asked about Mr Qoopane’s resounding contribution in literature.   He really fulfills what is essential in literature, like Black African writers who over the years produced stunning and stupendous imaginative work?  Luminaries like Lewis Nkosi, Es’kia Mphahlele, Peter Abrahams, Denis Brutus, Miriam Tlali, Mongane Wally Serote, Gomolemo Mokae etc.

Furthermore, Flaxman Qoopane has been impressive with his unique Qoopane Gallery.  This is a splendid literary gallery that contains magnificent literary materials which are worthy for recognition.  As we know. libraries are there for making researches, also this luminous gallery can provide literary ancillary like researches.  However, as I indicated beforehand that the puissance of technology presents an obvious challenge in today’s life. 

By simply making invaluable assessment to determine the appetite of people who read books can assist a lot.  It will be a regrettable chagrin to literature if people are no longer habitually attuned to genuine literature and physical books.  Do people continue to read books and learn about African great literary Icons?  Or technology is the replacement of quintessential literature?  Indeed is there any future for African writers these days in terms of wide readership?

Actually it is remarkable to find out that in the Western world literature is still dynamic and proliferating as compared to Africa.  For example, as I write this, Nobel laureate in literature Gunther Grass has just been announced as dead and the western world via its extensive media is celebrating this worldwide. Europeans in their millions continue to appreciate literature, read every time, but in Africa only relatively few know even about our own wordsmiths.

At this moment after so many years Africa is free from foreign rule it is ludicrous to find such grotesque ignorance as regards literature and literacy.  In fact the situation is disappointingly skullduggery and betrayal of freedom because early African literary pioneers were profoundly excellent and eagerly resolute in producing monumental work of literature.  Those were really difficult times as their works were wittingly precluded to thrive but through their unflagging zeal they managed to cultivate successful world class literature.

In conclusion, as Flaxman Qoopane clocks 60 this year we have to ponder on such posers in our modern world. For example in his native Mangaung, so to speak, how many people are aware of the achievements of Qoopane? How many educated people can off-hand (off the top of their head) mention just two or three of his books?...

Photo, top: Mr Ishmael Mzwandile Soqaga, who has published countless essays and articles on books and writers; (above) Mr Soqaga's latest work, Glimpses into African Literature (2015)

QOOPANE INSTIGATED MANY ...

By Tiisetso M Thiba

In the days we now live in, many people pass on before reaching the age of 60 like Pioneer, Writer, poet Journalist, essayist and storyteller, Flaxman Qoopane, who notches six decades in full this year.

I reminisce when other TV presenter interview the late renowned Poet Maya Angelou of how old was she? She replied by saying she was 86 years younger not old. It I was quite amusing and lesson to many that the body power can decay but the heart remains younger and younger. Jacob Moalusi ‘Flaxman Qoopane’ will celebrate his 60^th birthday on July 2015, This is a massive milestone on its own which many people wish to reach that age but unfortunately life is unpredictable because others dies young and others old.

Back to the main character Mr Qoopane.He has been in the literature industry for more than three quarter of his life and he has contributed immensely. By spending four decades abroad living and breathing the aroma of pen and paper. He has been in the countries like Netherlands, Italy, The United Kingdom, Mozambique and Lesotho and showcasing his spectacular work in there. This clearly shows that Ntate Qoopane loves what he is doing even though most of the times he is doing it with love and passion and not expecting remunerations from anyone.

He has written many articles and reviews for different newspapers locally and abroad during his time as a journalist and even today, some of those articles can be read on different blogs in the internet. His books are available at different libraries and in 2009 I was thrilled to see a school pupils reading and discussing his books at the Bloemfontein Library.

His abridged book ‘A Poet Abroad’ simply distinguishes the extraordinary writing skills of Mr Qoopane, and it talks in-depth about his personal life abroad . Furthermore he eventually established his own Literary Gallery at his home in Bloemfontein. 

And his Literary Gallery attracts plenty of local and international tourists to his own yard to witness his enormous Gallery, which includes his own works from the previous years and latest ones and other stories and articles of icon such as Steve Bantu Biko and many more.

 He even established children’s library in Hillside View in Rocklands, Bloemfontein. This library caters many children around Bloemfontein. It was his concern to see children roaming the streets without doing nothing, or participating in any kind of sports or maybe reading a book. The library is showing a good future signs because is growing rapidly. Flaxman added that reading is important to children and he is happy to contribute to children in his own community.

Ntate Qoopane is a friend to many renowned writers, critics, journalists and poets such as Malome Bolaji, Pule Lechesa and many more. And he has played a vital role to a plenty of writers careers including me, and act as a mentor to instigate and show them of how to publish their books. I reminisce while I was in Bloemfontein in 2009 I have read some of his books at the Public Library and I got inspired to know about him and his work.

He is reminiscent of a lake that flows with desired water, and a lagoon that never dries of ideas and advice. Some years ago a Poet / Writer Mr Hector Kunene announced that he was writing a study book on Flaxman Qoopane, and the book is not out yet - but many literary pundits believe that the book will get a light one day, meaning it will be published when he is done with it.

Mr Qoopane has largely dedicated his life to literature and a wish is to see him witnessed the growth of literature in Bloemfontein and nationally and see many children he encouraged to read and write publishing many books. I believe that will be an outstanding gift to him before his birthdays. Pula NalaMohlomphehi.
Photo above: Mr Tiisetso Thiba (Kimberley, South Africa)

OMOSEYE BOLAJI PAYS TRIBUTE TO FLAXMAN QOOPANE

By Omoseye Bolaji

How does one write about an intriguing multi-faceted individual like Flaxman Qoopane? Should it comprise reminiscences, vignettes, or just a focus on his literary persona? A disparate melange of all this, perhaps.  

Down memory lane. Almost 20 years ago. I was new in South Africa then, though rather ensconced in the townships of Mangaung (Free State) already. It was a cold, withering day; many years ago now, but a day very easy to remember. My birthday.

Despite the cold, I was perched on an archaic, yet comfortable chair just outside my house; never mind home! As I was all alone. Some birthday, I was thinking cynically. Later on in the day I must at least go to a decent restaurant and whip up a congenial meal, with some drinks to go with it, I thought. I surveyed the secluded nippy ambience, and grinned to myself again. Some birthday indeed!!

Then I found myself smiling ruefully, almost in disbelief as I saw a group of people moving towards my house! I had not invited any one, but the coterie was decidedly walking towards me! They came nearer and my smile intensified as I recognised a few of them.

 In the forefront, leading them all was Flaxman Qoopane himself, laughing apparently to himself. There was a fine cake in his arms. Complete with icing. I also recognised Tiisetso Makhele, then very young but already a fine poet (he would later on become a well known columnist and essayist).    

 Qoopane unleashed his nonpareil, distinctive, arresting voice, saying: "Bolaji, did you really think I'd let your birthday pass and go like that without doing anything about it? I have brought a birthday cake for you, and these gentlemen will mark the event with you; they are all writers/artists. Now come on, let's enter your house away from the cold. The gentlemen here will sit down while you and I organise other snacks and drinks for them...'

That was Flaxman Qoopane at his best, warm, generous, solicitous, great organiser. And yes it was a memorable birthday with poems, literary essays, etc being recited by those who had turned up impromptu fashion, to grace the occasion.  

In those days - although Mangaung, Bloemfontein city was quite a large place - there

was hardly any black print journalist on the scene. In fact only a young Mpikeleni Duma - a splendid gentleman - was recognised as the main black journalist at the time, writing for the national daily, Sowetan.
       

But by the time of this particular birthday of mine Flaxman Qoopane and I were close to being household names in Mangaung too, thanks to Next magazine which was very popular then; and Qoopane and I regularly had articles written by us published in

virtually every edition. People would see us and proudly exclaim: "Next!!!" Our fame was such that it was only to be surpassed many years later when Qoopane and I became part and parcel of a truly national, exceedingly popular  daily newspaper - Daily Sun.

But it should be pointed out that long before our "journalistic fame" in Mangaung even started, Qoopane and I were already established journalists, so to speak. On my own part I had already published hundreds of articles in west African and even European publications; Qoopane had done the same too from his East African (Tanzania) base

and was already established as a poet. Yet our creative liaison in Mangaung was extraordinarily thrilling and exhilarating.

Publication in attractive, colour magazines (like Next) was very heady indeed. I vividly remember those early days again when around Sanlam Plaza a young lady came to me one day, concern etched on her face. She said uncertainly: "Ntate, you are Mr Qoopane's friend, aren't you? I used to see you two together...".

 "Yes, is there any problem?" I asked.

 "Well - " she hesitated. "He's at the other corner there...he's...well, he's running around, shouting, yelling...it's frightening. Maybe you'd care to check out what's...ah...wrong...".

So I moved towards where she indicated and true enough Flaxman was in an excited state, but quieter now. Upon seeing me he screamed: "Bolaji! Bolaji! Come and see...we must celebrate...have some drinks! My articles have appeared in Realtime

magazine!!! Yoooh..." He threw the pertinent magazine towards me and I went through it. So that was why he was so excited! Indeed we celebrated; and Qoopane encouraged me to send articles to that magazine too, and when they were published I was a very happy person too.

Every Monday in those days, we would look forward, agog with anticipation, to the next burnished edition of Next. Once in a blue moon neither of us would have our articles published, and it would be a very sad day indeed! Qoopane would almost be in tears then. "I know we'll probably have 2 or 3 articles each in the next edition, but it

is still very painful..." he would say lugubriously.

Over the years we would be published in many other publications - like Hola, Sowetan, Bona, Drum, Daily Sun, E And E (which I edited), Kopanang (which I edited too), and of course Free State News. The way Qoopane would ferret out news and scintillating feature stories was extraordinary and laudable.         

 But this did not mean that we did not have our fights and quarrels, especially when we began to publish books. Intermittently tensions would arise, and after flashes of anger I would retreat into my own shell. It reached a stage where I withdrew into the townships, getting a completely different accommodation which I was sure Qoopane and others in the literary fraternity would never discover. It would be like a sabbatical, I thought. I'd miss these guys but -   

Then there was a knock on my front door one day. Who could it be? I hardly knew anybody here. It must be that guy always begging for money to buy some cigarettes, I was sure. That's township life. I opened the door.  

And there stood Flaxman!! Grinning too. "How the **** did you find out where I stay

now?" I blurted out. Laughing he retorted: "This is my hometown, where I have my roots, where I have my finger on everything so to speak. What's wrong with you? You can't just disappear like that. We have many stories and books to work on...don't be childish...let's work!".

Qoopane whenever he wants to can be a majestic, awe-inspiring diplomat, pouring oil on troubled waters...there was the time I got into trouble after one of my articles was published in a national paper; alas the editors of the paper had creatively embellished the piece to the extent that it looked salacious and insulting to a particular gentleman - who promptly went on the warpath as soon as the article was out! He swore to "destroy" me.

Till this day I am amazed at how Qoopane handled this gentleman; it was soothing, mesmeric. Qoopane calmed him down to the extent that the gentleman even hugged me and called me his "brother"! For Qoopane as I was far away from home I should be protected, in essence. Even now the most important awards I garnered in South Africa are in Mr Qoopane's custody.

And now some thoughts on Flaxman Qoopane and general literature, with the Free State as a centre. Which is not to discount or undermine his contributions to African poetry for many decades now, long before returning to his beloved South Africa. Seeing him perform on stage with his majestic voice is an experience in itself.     

Qoopane himself has published many books; I often hear the figure of ten being put forward. It might surprise many that the man has published at least 20 books, not all of them issued commercially. Hence for researchers and scholars who might be consulting Google Books or worldcat, they might end up being stumped. Qoopane

himself regards his literary work as being "major" and "minor" - which

of course is an artificial prism.  

I was there with him when his early books were first published, and he has admitted in books, documentaries that I helped him a lot with his early works - but that is neither here nor there. I have no doubt in my mind that his favourite book is Reneiloe-Mpho's story - allegedly "written by"/dedicated to his daughter - when she was only two years old!      

Ineluctably the pride of Qoopane's life is indeed his daughter, Reneiloe-Mpho; it was a pleasure watching her grow up from a baby to the beautiful young woman she is now. Up till a few years ago whenever she saw me, although shy and reserved by nature, she would shout: "Chief! Chief!".  

I also consider Qoopane's book, Women of Talent to be an important work. How well I remember a certain lady featured in the book almost "fighting" me in her excitement, after I told her she's featured in the book, which is available in so many libraries. "Are you telling me my name and photo - a feature on me - is in a book, and I don't even know about it? You are lying! If the book is in the libraries, show it to me now! Let's go to the library! Hence I was happy to go with the lady - first name Cecilia - and show

her the book at the nearest library!

To say that Qoopane is fulsomely in love with the world of writers and literature in general might well be an understatement. From an early age when he was in exile abroad he began to correspond with writers from around the world. Note that there is something charmingly old-fashioned about this; as this was an era before the internet or even before general mobile phones. It was sheer physical correspondence, letters posted, acknowledged, replied and reciprocated via many countries.

That is what makes the book, Letters to a poet (edited by Alitta M Mokhuoa, and focusing on Qoopane's extensive early correspondence) an important one; as we can read the thoughts of the likes of Zakes Mda, Njabulo Ndebele, Vonani Bila etc; many of them now celebrated writers.

And Flaxman Qoopane would meet many of these writers in the flesh too, over the decades; at literary conferences and workshops, glittering award nites and the like. I myself would meet many of these exalted gentlemen and ladies too, thanks to Ntate Qoopane "the man with the camera" (as many ordinary people had dubbed him thanks to his journalistic excellence).

By the way, Qoopane is a much more versatile writer than many pundits would realise. Study his literary work and see for yourself - the man has published not only biographies, but general essays and articles, criticism, poetry, juvenilia. I for one still relish his early work of appreciation of my own writing, entitled O Bolaji: Perspectives on his literary work (2003). 

Qoopane used to have a superb private library comprising so many fine books and magazines (it was in those early days that I was struck with the excellence of Free State Libraries publication, for example). I would gulp and marvel at thevariety of books at his place, and Qoopane would just smile and say:"Ag, this is me; my life. Books. Writers. Encouraging the young ones,our people in general, to read," But this was before the days of Qoopane Literary Gallery.  

As the founder and curator of Qoopane Literary Gallery Qoopane really came into his own and niche. Now Flaxman has made the Gallery world famous. Anybody who doubts this can just write the words "Qoopane Literary Gallery" on the general internet and be flooded with much more details!   

Qoopane's enthusiasm and glee over the Gallery reached its zenith during the 2010 Fifa World Cup finals hosted by South Africa. I remember Qoopane shaking with unbridled excitement as he told me at the time how foreign tourists from around the world were frequenting his literary Gallery and awed  by its contents. Of course I would see

for myself...     

But let me stop here for the moment.   I believe I have briefly shown here how much Flaxman Qoopane in his lifetime loves, and blossoms in the world of writing generally - journalism, sundry books, pertinent conferences, literary gallery et al. Happy 60th Birthday, "papa"!!! - By Omoseye Bolaji
* Above photo: Bolaji (left) and Flaxman Qoopane. Portrait of Bolaji also inset

SELECTED BIBLIOGRAPHY OF FLAXMAN QOOPANE 



A Poet Abroad
Memoirs of a Cultural Activist
Adventures in Journalism
Reneiloe-Mpho's story 
Macufe 2001
Women of Talent
Gilbert Modise: the man and the myth
View from my Window
O Bolaji: Perspectives on his literary work
The Conference
THE CREST
City of Roses and Literary Icons
Scintillating stars from the vibrant soil

Suggested Reading

Letters to a poet (edited by Alitta Molebogeng Mokhuoa)
Thoughts on FS Writing (by O Bolaji)
The Growth of FS Black writing (by Bareng Mogorosi)
Free State Writers Talking (edited by Molebogeng Mokhuoa)
Fillets of Plaice By O Bolaji