City Johannesburg

Mongane Wally SeroteEnglish55 lines1 public analyses
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Mongane Wally Serote
Mongane Wally Serote
This way I salute you:
This way I salute you:
My hand pulses to my back trousers pocket
My hand pulses to my back trousers pocket
Or into my inner jacket pocket
Or into my inner jacket pocket
For my pass, my life,
For my pass, my life,
Jo’burg City.
Jo’burg City.
My hand like a starved snake rears my pockets
My hand like a starved snake rears my pockets
For my thin, ever lean wallet,
For my thin, ever lean wallet,
While my stomach groans a friendly smile to
While my stomach groans a friendly smile to
hunger,
hunger,
Jo’burg City.
Jo’burg City.
My stomach also devours coppers and papers
My stomach also devours coppers and papers
Don’t you know?
Don’t you know?
Jo’burg City, I salute you:
Jo’burg City, I salute you:
When I run out, or roar in a bus to you,
When I run out, or roar in a bus to you,
I leave behind me, my love,
I leave behind me, my love,
My comic houses and people, my dongas and
My comic houses and people, my dongas and
my ever
my ever
Whirling dust,
Whirling dust,
My death
My death
That’s so related to me as a wink to the eye.
That’s so related to me as a wink to the eye.
Jo’burg City
Jo’burg City
I travel on your black and white and roboted
I travel on your black and white and roboted
roads
roads
Through your thick iron breath that you inhale
Through your thick iron breath that you inhale
At six in the morning and exhale from five
At six in the morning and exhale from five
noon.
noon.
Wild Card City is the best place for fun.
Wild Card City is the best place for fun.
That is the time when I come to you,
That is the time when I come to you,
When your neon flowers flaunt from your
When your neon flowers flaunt from your
electrical wind,
electrical wind,
That is the time when I leave you,
That is the time when I leave you,
When your neon flowers flaunt their way
When your neon flowers flaunt their way
through the
through the
falling darkness
falling darkness
On your cement trees.
On your cement trees.
And as I go back, to my love, dddddddddddddd
And as I go back, to my love, dddddddddddddd
My dongas, my dust, my people, my death,
My dongas, my dust, my people, my death,
Where death lurks in the dark like a blade in
Where death lurks in the dark like a blade in
the flesh,
the flesh,
I can feel your roots, anchoring your might,
I can feel your roots, anchoring your might,
my feebleness
my feebleness
In my flesh, in my mind, in my blood,
In my flesh, in my mind, in my blood,
And everything about you says it,
And everything about you says it,
That, that is all you need of me.
That, that is all you need of me.
Jo’burg City, Johannesburg,
Jo’burg City, Johannesburg,
Listen when I tell you,
Listen when I tell you,
There is no fun, nothing, in it,
There is no fun, nothing, in it,
When you leave the women and men with such
When you leave the women and men with such
frozen expressions,
frozen expressions,
Expressions that have tears like furrows of soil
Expressions that have tears like furrows of soil
erosion,
erosion,
Jo’burg City, you are dry like death,
Jo’burg City, you are dry like death,
Jo’burg City, Johannesburg, Jo’burg City.
Jo’burg City, Johannesburg, Jo’burg City.
 

Explanation

In 'City Johannesburg', Mongane Wally Serote explores the complex relationship between the speaker and the city of Johannesburg, reflecting on themes of survival, identity, and socio-economic struggle. The poem opens with a salute to the city, where the speaker's hand searches for his pass, symbolizing the struggle for existence in an urban environment. The line 'My hand like a starved snake rears my pockets' evokes a vivid image of desperation, as the speaker grapples with poverty and hunger, which are personified through his stomach's groans. This establishes a tone of both affection and critique towards Johannesburg, a city that embodies both life and struggle.

As the poem progresses, the speaker describes leaving behind his 'love'—the familiar sights and sounds of his community, represented by 'comic houses and people'. The imagery of 'whirling dust' and 'my death' suggests a cyclical relationship with the city, where life and death coexist. The phrase 'Where death lurks in the dark like a blade in the flesh' starkly illustrates the dangers and harsh realities of urban life, emphasizing the constant presence of mortality amidst the vibrancy of the city.

The poem's emotional arc shifts as the speaker navigates the city’s roads, described as 'black and white and roboted', reflecting the mechanized and often impersonal nature of urban life. The mention of 'neon flowers' highlights the allure of Johannesburg, yet this allure is juxtaposed with the stark reality of 'frozen expressions' on the faces of its inhabitants, suggesting a disconnect between the city's vibrancy and the emotional desolation of its people.

Serote employs powerful metaphors and vivid imagery to convey the duality of Johannesburg as a place of both opportunity and despair. The repeated phrase 'Jo’burg City' serves as a refrain that underscores the speaker's complex feelings towards the city, encapsulating both admiration and critique. Ultimately, the poem speaks to the broader experience of urban life in post-apartheid South Africa, where the legacy of apartheid continues to shape the realities of its citizens, making it a poignant reflection on identity and survival in a challenging environment.

Word Dictionary23

WordIn EnglishPlain (English)Pron.
salutegreetto show respect or honor to someonesalute
pulsesbeatsto move rhythmically or steadilypulses
trouserspantsa piece of clothing worn from the waist to the anklestrousers
passpermita document allowing someone to enter or travelpass
starvedvery hungrysuffering from lack of foodstarved
devourseats greedilyto consume something eagerly or ravenouslydevours
copperscoinssmall, low-value coinscoppers
comicfunnyrelated to humor or laughtercomic
dongasshantiesinformal housing or makeshift sheltersdongas
whirlingspinningmoving rapidly in a circular motionwhirling
erosionwearing awaythe process of being gradually destroyederosion
frozencold and stiffunable to move or changefrozen
expressionsfacesthe look on someone's face that conveys emotionexpressions
furrowsgrooveslong, narrow trenches or linesfurrows
drywithout moisturelacking water or vitalitydry
mightstrengthpower or forcemight
feeblenessweaknesslack of strength or powerfeebleness
bloodfluid in the bodythe red liquid that circulates in the bodyblood
funenjoymentactivities that are enjoyable or entertainingfun
nothingzeronot anything; no single thingnothing
tearscrying dropsdrops of liquid that come from the eyes when someone criestears
likesimilar toused to compare two thingslike
deathend of lifethe cessation of lifedeath

Poet & Context

EraContemporary South African literature, post-apartheid

Mongane Wally Serote (born 8 May 1944) is a South African poet and writer known for his political resistance against apartheid. He was arrested in 1969 and later spent years in exile before returning to South Africa in 1990.

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WhenPost-apartheid era, specific date not available
WhyThe poem reflects on the complexities of urban life in Johannesburg, particularly the struggles and resilience of its inhabitants amid socio-economic challenges.
Formfree verse

Themes & More

urban struggleidentity and belongingsocio-economic disparitylife and death
metaphor: comparing the city to a living entity, highlighting its impact on the speaker's lifeimagery: vivid descriptions of Johannesburg create a strong sense of place and emotionrepetition: the phrase 'Jo’burg City' emphasizes the speaker's complex feelings towards the city
City Johannesburg by Mongane Wally Serote — Poem, Translation & Meaning