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The Zulu Girl by Roy Campbell
focuses on pitiable plight of
African people who are under
domination and exploitation
of European Civilization. It
evokes the context of one particular
African tribe that is “Zulu”.
The speaker is looking at the
“sweating gang”
for workers form a high position
and demonstrates the situation
of poor African people. On the
one hand speaker merely focuses
on the pitiable situation and
on the other hand he implied
the possible rebellious attitude
because of extreme dehumanization
and exploitation.
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The poem begins with
his observation of “gang”
of workers in the field
(hot red acres) under
the parching heart of
the sun. The image of
the land becomes important
because of its connotation.
“Red” as
a color is related to
the African land, but
as it is preceded by
words like “sun”
and “hot”
and as the workers are
described as “swearing”
it implies the either
side of the poet’s
observation. The speaker
draws our attention
to non identities of
the workers as he use
the work “gang”
that bears a negative
connotation. It reflects
the denial of identity
of those workers. |
From the third line of the poem
the poet becomes specific in
his observation and focuses
on a lady who prepares to leave
the gang in order to breast
her child. In the description
of the child as “tormented
by the flies” the poet
is reinforcing the pity suffered
by people. Though the lady separates
from the gang she is referred
as a girl that she is still
unable to acquire individual
identity. The way she leaves
the work throwing hoe can be
seen as an act of defense of
authority. In the second stanza
the poet focuses on her motherly
care and love for her child.
It evokes the image of a mother
who suffers but does not give
her baby to suffer. Her act
of killing the lice that torment
her baby can be related to her
desire to defend the future
generation from dehumanizing
exploitation of white colonizers.
In the third stanza, mother
starts breast feeding to her
baby. Due to the hunger, the
child tugs like a puppy. At
the same time he is grunting
and producing a sound of satisfaction
that sounds like the sighing
like a river. There are two
comparisons at the same time
baby compared with puppy and
sucking sound with rive sound.
The comparison of baby with
puppy reinforces the theme off
non human treatment done by
the mainstream culture. If a
child is puppy, mother is bitch.
Thus mother and child both are
taken as non human being and
behaved accordingly. And the
grunting sound like river while
sucking the breast stand for
the passing of rebellious attitude
that the mother harbors inside
her. The child is not one to
suffer. There are other children
who are suffering from very
long time. They are defeated
at dignity. The girl becomes
mother, she has baby but he
is not someone’s wife,
she is made pregnant. She does
not surrender herself to male
she is too defeated at dignity.
The mother is a hill. She gives
shadow to the village she is
not the mother of a single child.
She is the mother of whole beaten
tribes. She is the first cloud.
She is the symbol of rainfall
which enhances productivity.
She is preparing a baby. This
baby will destroy all the limitations
set upon the beaten tribes.
The child is not the child of
a single mother but of a whole
beaten tribe. Both the mother
and the child are the representatives
of whole beaten tribes. The
baby is Messiah (Saver) of whole
tribes.
The
Zulu Girl - Poem by Roy Campbell
To
F. C. Slater
When
in the sun the hot red acres
smoulder,
Down where the sweating gang
its labour plies,
A girl flings down her hoe,
and from her shoulder
Unsling her child tormented
by the flies.
She
takes him to a ring of shadow
pooled
By thorn-trees: purpled with
the blood of ticks,
While her sharp nails, in slow
caresses ruled,
Prowl through his hair with
sharp electric clicks,
His
sleepy mouth, plugged by the
heavy nipple,
Tugs like a puppy, grunting
as he feeds:
Through his frail nerves his
own deep languors ripple
Like a broad river sighing through
its reeds.
Yet
in that drowsy stream his flesh
imbibes
An old unquenched unsmotherable
heat –
The curbed ferocity of beaten
tribes,
The sullen dignity of their
defeat.
Her
body looms above him like a
hill
Within whose shade a village
lies at rest,
Or the first cloud so terrible
and still
That bears the coming harvest
in its breast.
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