(Suriname, 1971-2014)
Poet and dancer. In her Secundary School spare time she developed as a dancer. She experimented with classical styles such as the Saramaka bandammba and the Aukan awasa.
She wrote her first poems in Aukan, which she was allowed to read on the radio. The Ameva Foundation proclaimed her Cultural Activist of the Year in 1996 and Poet of the Year a year later. Her debut Ten (1998) and the collection Leleku fu Mekunu(1998) appeared after the Internal War (1986-1992), when the Maroons fled en masse to Paramaribo.
Louise Wondel caused a furore internationally with her impressive presentation. At the Writers’ Congress 2000 in Paramaribo (1997). A year later, as the youngest participant, she rocked Poetry International in Rotterdam with her performance, but especially with the banndamba. In 2000 she performed at Festival Winternachten in The Hague and at the International Poetry Festival in Medellin (Colombia).
Poetry
Released in-house:
- Ten (Paramaribo 1998).
- Leleku fu Mekunu (Paramaribo 1998).
- Katibo (Paramaribo nd).
- M’Bigi Seefidensi Poema (Paramaribo 2002).
Literature
- Hennah Renfrum and André Reeder, Tori fu Osa / Stories from home (1999) [MTV documentary].
- Anita Twaalfhoven, ‘Ghanaian and Afro-Surinamese children swing at the festival’, Trouw , 6/15/2001.
- Martijn Meijer, ‘Poetry in the language of fled slaves’, NRC , 10-2-2002.
- Michiel van Kempen, A history of Surinamese literature , part 2 (Breda 2003) 1076-1077.
- Charles Chang, ‘Great loss for Suriname and the poetry world’, De Ware Tijd , 7/26/2014.
- Audry Wajwakana, ‘Culture bearers pay tribute to dyadya ndyuka uma’, De Ware Tijd , 7/24/2014.
- Euritha Tjan A Way, ‘About Louise Wondel’, De Ware Tijd , 7/17/2014.
A Gi Piisii
Saanan a wan pikipiki kondee
fu buba-buba, denki-denki
anga biibi-biibi
a ben sa gi piisii
efu a na ben de
buba a buba tapu,
denki a denki tapu
anga biibi a biibi tapu
ma
wan bun fusutan libimakandaa
a ben sa gi piisii fu si
fa ala den nasi fu Saanan,
toon tuutuu Saananman,
fii taki
Saanan na nombuu wan
Saanan
a yu den e kay a gi piisii
a ini yu mi akaa paandi
na en meke mi e fii mi seefi
wan kankan Saanan-uman
Mama Saanan
mi e begi Gadu gi yu
fu a san fu koloku sa pii gi yu
fu yu sa si
fa ala Saananman mokisi ana
fu bow yu kon
fu yu sa gi piisii
It Gives Pleasure
Suriname is a hotch-potch country of different
skin colours,
ways of thinking,
and religions
it would be a pleasure
if it was not
skin colour on skin colour,
way of thinking on way of
hinking,
religion on religion
but one harmonious society
it would be a pleasure to see
how the different folks of suriname
become a real Surinamese nation
feel that Suriname is number one
Suriname you are called; a great pleasure
in you my soul is planted
that is why I feel myself
a real women from Suriname
Mother Suriname
I pray to god for you
that the sun of luck will shine on you
that you may see
how every one in Suriname
come together as one to build you up
so you may give pleasure
Ndyuka
yu kaa mi Dyuka
bika
pe te yu denki yu de
na anda
yu kaa mi Dyuka
bika
yu don te
yu na sabi taki a na Dyuka
ma na Ndyuka
Ndyuka na mi
na en bobi mi diingi
Ndyuka na mi
na en kiya mi teke
Ndyuka na mi
na en dede mi o dede
Ndyuka na mi
na en mi nenseki o toon
Ndyuka na mi
Saanan pikin
Ndyuka na mi
libisama
Ndyuka na mi
sama na yu?
faakatiki fu yu na de
luku yu
on yu
yu na yu
mi fika yu
gi nyamansu
Ndyuka
you call me Dyuka
because
you think you are superior
but you are not
you call me Dyuka
because
your are such a congenital idiot
you do not even no that it is
not Dyuka but Ndyuka
Ndyuka, that is my name
that is the breast-feeding I have had
Ndyuka, that is my name
I was raised like one
Ndyuka, that is my name
till my death
Ndyuka, that is my name
I shall reincarnate like one
Ndyuka, that is my name
a child of Suriname
Ndyuka, that is my name
a humanbeing
Ndyuka, that is my name
who are you?
you do not exist
watch yourself
“you are not you”
I leave you for the future
Mi denki
mi denki
anga yu denki
na tu denki
na denki yu o meke mi denki
eke fa yu e denki
bika
fii denki
a mi denki
pusudey fu losi
ala ogii,
na mi pakisey
takiman taki langa
meke duman faaka way tu
goontapu ben o seeka koofaya
efu den ben wani sabi
mi denki
My way of thinking
my way of thinking
and your way of thinking
are two different ways of thinking
do not think
that you will make me think
like you are thinking
because,
thinking about freedom
is what I’m thinking (about)
fretting about how to solve
all kinds of problem,
that is what I’m thinking (about)
speakers have spoken a lot already
let the “doers” do now
the world should improve charcoal
if they wanted to accept
my way of thinking
Katibo
mi denki katibo ben kaba
ma yu na si a no a sete bee
fu meke leleku
poti a ini baaka bee
bika
wetimasaa katibo
ben betee du fu
baaka-wetimasaa
luku, eke tide
na baaka-witimasaa
katibo mi de
a seefi tamalinwipi
di ben e wipi
Kwame, Adyuba anga Kodyo,
m’mama Abenkina
na en kon e sutu mi eke goni
pe wini na de
gi baaka-wetimasaa
anga en pikin
wini na de gi mi
di de a ini
katibo tu
bika den wipi mofu
fu a seefi tamalinwipi
di e wipi mi
e daay lontu
meke gaan soo
a mi baakabuba
di weli fu teke sitaafu,
mesaandi
ma, na baala Kwame
e du anga sa Kwamina so
kande wan winta sa way
a opu
fu puu katibo
a mi baakabuba tapu
a tyali
Fii, Fii,
Fii fika a membee
Slavery/ Oppression
I thought that slavery was abolished
but it just got pregnant
to give birth to a tormentor
within the blacks
because
oppression by the white master
was better than the oppression by
the black-white master
see today
it is the black-white master
I’m enslaved by
the same whip
that used to whip
Kwame, Adyuba and Kodyo, (slave ) day names
my great grandmother Abenkina
is now shooting me like a gun
where there is no profit
for black-white master
and his children
there is also no profit for me
who is
enslaved
because the whipscratch
of the same whip
which is whipping me
around and around
made huge wounds
on my black skin
which is tired of being punished,
insulted
but, it is brother Kwame
who is treating sister Kwamina like this
perhaps a wind shall blow
in the east
to take away oppression
from my black skin
how sad,
Freedom, Freedom,
Freedom is a dream