Remembering Dr Mbulelo Mzamane: Academic, writer and social activist
Correspondent | Wednesday February 26, 2014 15:11
He had so much vibrance, an irrepressible - though at times wicked sense of humour and great wit, and above all, such an incredible joie de vivre that it is not easy for one to confront the reality of his death.
When Mbulelo walked into a room, you just had to notice him, his ebullience overwhelmed you. He was indeed, as they say, larger than life. How then can such a vivacious person die? Alas, we have no choice but to come to terms with our mortality because we are all on this inescapable journey to eternity. Mbulelo has gone the way of all flesh, and all we can do is thank the good Lord for his full and rich life. Today I remember a man who was my student, my protégé, my younger brother and my dear, dear friend whose rather hasty departure has left me devastated.
Speaking at a friend’s funeral, that pre-eminent South African black writer of the inimitable Drum era, Can Dorsey Themba, at whose feet Mbulelo once sat as a secondary school student at St Christopher’s School in Swaziland, made the following statement, couched in his characteristically colourful choice of words: The son of a b...had no business to die! I am sorely tempted to give expression to similar sentiments without Can Themba’s delicious irreverence, about my beloved brother.
Mbulelo was born in Port Elizabeth in 1948, the son of an Anglican clergyman, the Reverend Father Joe Mzamane and his wife, Sis’ Flo. He was later to become part of a band of young South African students who were forced into academic exile in Swaziland, to escape from the toxic system of Bantu Education. These were the lucky ones whose parents had the prescience to divine that they were destined to turn out great men and women. I had the distinct honour and privilege of having some of them as my students at the University of Botswana, Lesotho and Swaziland in Roma, Lesotho. Here was a choice selection of unapologetically bright, gifted and creative young men and women who made teaching a pleasant and most rewarding experience for me. If this appears like a grand parade of achievers, I feel no regret for it: they were Leloba Molema, Ntombi Setshwaelo, Thabo Moerane ( of blessed memory ), Thembisa Khanya, Linda Maepa, Njabulo Ndebele, Mbulelo Mzamane and Thandabantu Nhlapo - a veritable crème de la crème of that distinguished generation of my Roma days.
I got to know Mbulelo intimately when he came to the university as an undergraduate in the late 1960s. He was a bundle of energy, healthy mischief and fun, and was extraordinarily gregarious. I was very soon to discover his tremendous potential and developed a great deal of respect for his formidable intellect. He was very active, nay, hyperactive in class discussions, with informed, perceptive and deeply provocative interventions. He certainly displayed an engaging flair for literature and revealed his robust writing skills even then.
With his vibrant creative skills, he became immersed in the cultural life of the university, participating in the activities of the virile UBLS Drama Society which attracted the richly eclectic talent at the university. Endowed also with a beautiful singing voice, he was a member of the University Choir under the leadership of the late Leonard Ngcongco ( Bra Len to the students ). There was nothing that he did that he did not do very well. Mbulelo had no track with mediocrity.
I was particularly privileged to enjoy an excellent rapport with him. As his supervisor for both his undergraduate English literature project and his M.A. dissertation, I worked very closely with him and in the process, became acutely aware of his enormous literary critical ability. It is no wonder that he evolved into the fine literary colossus that he was, who made a not insignificant international impact.
When UBLS devolved its activities to the other two countries, Botswana and Swaziland, Mbulelo joined us at the Botswana Campus of the University. With his accustomed vitality, he soon became an active member of the campus community, holding at one stage among others, the position of Dean of Students. His contribution to the development of what subsequently became the University of Botswana was considerable.
Because of his age and energy, he endeared himself to the students, and was a positive academic, social and political influence.
It is always a matter of great joy and pride when the student turns out better than the teacher. Mbulelo was to spend the better part of his active working life outside his native South Africa because the myopic apartheid political system could not contain his vigorous intellect, and he was unwilling to prostitute himself to a dispensation that had no respect for the dignity of the black man. He thus found himself, like many others from South Africa as, in Eskia Mphahlele’s words, an academic and political wanderer in various countries.
He worked in Nigeria at Ahmadu Bello University in Zaria, was Visiting Professor at the University of Georgia, Athens in the US, was Associate Professor at the University of Vermont in the US, a Visiting Research Fellow at Yale University. He returned to South Africa in 1993 when that country was finally liberated to become first Professor and Head of the Department of English, and in 1994 Vice-Chancellor of the University of Fort Hare, a position he held until 1999. He was Director of the Centre for African Literary Studies at the University of Kwa-Zulu-Natal.
His hefty literary achievements made him stand out as one of South Africa’s literary giants, a fact borne out by his prolific creative and critical output which was published both in South Africa and internationally. His writings also project him as possessed of an acute social consciousness, and instead of active participation in politics as he could very well have done, he chose to use his pen as a weapon to expose the inequities and iniquities of apartheid.
Mbulelo’s untimely death leaves those of us who knew him, loved him, respected his tremendous intellect and interacted with him at the social level the poorer.
May his soul rest in perfect peace!
By PROFESSOR MOTEANE JOHN MELAMU