Alfred Themba Qabula
Alfred Themba Qabula (1942–2002) was a poet, writer and trade unionist in Durban, South Africa in the 1980s. He was a fork lift driver and a militant in the Metal and Allied Worker's Union. Qabula is best known as a "worker-poet" who managed the adaptation of traditional Zulu poetic forms to the gritty themes of daily life. Biography. Early years. Alfred Themba Qabula was born in Flagstaff, Pondoland (part of today's South Africa in 1942. His father was a migrant mine worker who died when Alfred was very young. Qabula was a participant in  the 1959 Pondoland Rebellion. Following its failure, he fled to the forest, where he joined the African National Congress. Qabula moved to the gold-mining town of Carletonville and entered the construction trade, living a meager existence in the hostels and compounds of the area. He worked as a fork life operator and was active in the Metal and Allied Worker's Union. In 1969 Qabula moved to Durban, where he initially lived in a shack in Amaouti in Inanda. He remained in that city until 1985. From 1985 through 1988, Qabula was forced into hiding due to his outspoken  support of the United Democratic Front, an organization which fought the continuation of the apartheid system in South Africa. Poetry. Qabula was a key leader of the Durban Workers Cultural Local, a group which sparked broad cultural activity in the trade union movement by sponsoring plays, musical performance, and the literary arts. Qabula was himself at the heart of this movement as a revivalist of the Zulu isibongo poetic tradition. Qabula took these traditional poetic forms and injected themes from daily life and the workplace, dealing with topics of survival and the fight for unionisation of the workplace. Death and  legacy. Qabula suffered a paralyzing stroke in 1998 and a second attack in 2002 before dying in October of that year. At the time of his death, fellow South African poet Ari Sitas remarked: "Truly, none of us was spared in these poems — 'The Long Road' is a criticism of all of us on our road to wealth and power, climbing over his back with spiked shoes. His 'Of Land, Bones and Money' is one of the most profound expressions of our negotiated settlement — reminding us of the 'restless dead.' And that 'seasons of drought have no rainbows.'" Alfred Themba