Twangah Fofo - A Dictionary

Twangah fofo

Leliyana twanga fofo jaf/yaf “Mosotah”

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Mkrafi/writer: Louis R. Khunong (Kuldok/Kintih Taweweh/ Imtatah GreyGanJahRaz iel MunJah Dans/

                                         Tata ka Ayanda/Mpho).Mosotah@Kuldox/Kk

Titei/Date: Version 2016

Krafi titei/writing period: 2002

A

 

Are(h)-say

Aito-going to

Afe-wife

Ai-exclamation of surprise

Ai/aih-I

Aiyam/ajama-I am

Aguuf-bomb class salute(mostly highly alofted)

Aleleh-always

Ana-inside/ina

Aheah-exclamation for attention

Ahetak-prayer

Alehario-star

Anina-peace

Aninamas-peaceful day

Aushila-Aunt/aunty

B

Barwarwa-bone

Balokweet-gang of rude bwoyz

Bashu-food

Banga banga-gets terrified,full of doubts or  confused

Belo-below

Beru-exclamation of a holy element(ation) fire, wind, rain, movement and heat

Besa-head

Beska-then they…

Bukuban-ndosh/gun

Bonca-crazy

Boncarelah-get crazy over…

Batikoce

Bidih-let it or there be

Biteinah-motivator (based on cultural, traditional and spiritual issues)

Bih oh oh-soul/spiritual food

Biccle-bicycle

Botango eih-I am sorry

Bo’ok/buhuk-talk(ing) fast

Bootak-burn

Bah bih bah-a very beautiful gal oman

Bakbagas-strike or a fracas of a quarrel

Blakarall-on de hangout, spacecraft

Batatan-lifestyle

Bwatik-colourful, word refers originally to a butterfly because a butterfly is colourful

Baxe-crowd waf people

B_nine-a side-gal

B_longo-galfriend

B_sita-27

Besi(h) or tashi-daughter

Beru-holy fyah

Buubell-beautyful

Bukuban-gun,terminology,strange

Blankatal-clear

Bobba jab (ih)-robbery

C

Cocodinco-crocodile

Comba-war

Coudi-star

Criswi

Coomch-talk or say

D

Dekbozip-bussiness

Doo doo doo_daa daa daa-love

Delko-the

Dollaren-american currency

Deska-it is

E

Efefih-my family

F

Fofo-meaning

G

Goboom-mountain

Goxox-ugly,terrible nor terrifying thing

Gigidyan-a fool, stupid person

Goxaan-gwaan,go

Goro goro-wrong or messed up

Gungu-big, fat, large or gigantic

Gongo-massive, tite or solid

Goomba or gungu-big solid etc..,

Gubumba-swollen

Gwanyian-go or going

Gweki (h)-very sweet, attracting or taking attention

Gooph-smoke or get high (more of spliffing)

H

Ham’nam-come with me or go with me

Heska-every

Hilan-nation

Hoopskoot/hupskut-shoot

Hom hom-gossip

Heps un hops-up and down

Hop hop-full of energy, strength or flexibility

Huaah-far, over there

Hurrah-time

Hwimi-youngster or little one

Hwins-double

Hwivas-shop

Holeih-high class greetings with manners and respect

I

Ilex-it

Imgabagoom, beru or –exclamation of holy praisings like Mo’ fire (original meaning)

Imtatah-Great Grandfather

J

Jaabax or Roo-ruff

Jai-you

Jatatah-tjo tho tjo!!!

Jalleh-you are…

Jimmah/prek patro-Stranger

Jabbah(x)-ruff celebration like where there will be too much of either heavy drinking or smoking etc.,

Jimbro jack-a gay person

Jon5/joncris-penis

Junuh-yu know…

Junju (h)-lovely person

K

Kah-with

Kabot-about

Kase un-child

Kasetih-christ or the anointed one

Kashitango-teacher

Kakan-I can or can i

Kakutasj (i)-trouble or a problem

Kamtilai-beer or any drink with alcohol substance

Kle kle-annoyment, irritating (tion) or a disturbing

Kluee klueeh-a loud noise

Kashingo-spiritual healer

Kakana-shit or bullshit

Kaliwa-an orphaned child or an abandoned child

Karangah-survivor, great one, or a hero

Kakacla-carry

Keko-am i

Kesti(h)-dead

Kebelebeleh-suprise

Kesitih-secret

Keruke (h)-Mastermind

Keresitah-crystal

Kintih-king

Kinka naraf-guitar

Kwabacl-keep silence or low profile

Kwesih-alone or alone

Kwintih-queen

Kwininki-many

Kwidimpi-different

Kwixi-people

Koxx-original, good, right, ying etc.,

Kwabaclelya-relax or take it easy

Kjingih-good

Kjangah-bad

Kut nafan-au revior

Kovoox-throw or mess up

Kokorita-a hyper style

Kosj kotasj-movement

Koobloo goof goof-Jah riteous people

Koox koo dloov-big crash, a beef or a skweel

Korongo-Something that is not strait (story, road, pole etc ..,)

Kututuh-inner_inner, down_down or hardcore

Kris kashan-Ganja shop or good shop

Kwantap tantap-messy or disgusting (be a thing or a person)

Kwan-observe

Kwiti-smoke or smoking

Kuxe kuxe-great granny

Kuxe-granny

Kuxana-youth

Koaclain-spinal chord

Kom tabih-give thankses and praisesKopeerg-relax or chill

Kokwaan-bad ass, useless or with no values and qualities

Kah box bax-head

Kom tambi-give thanks and praises

L

La-the

Lah-

Le-and

Leh-there

Leng leng-session

Loodinyah-lite

Lelih-this/these

Latan-stick or a rod

Leverovero-crook or a croocked person similar to an untrustworthy

Longo-western numerical number “Three”

Lodiladah-youth

Leh teng teng leh-Holy presence or glorious presence

M

Marrah-mother

ManJah-Teeth

MunJah-a well-respected honourable person (male gender) or Mr

Minga (h)-talk

Metanango-girlfriend, woman or wife (genderly)

Mta-the

Mtalingua-speaker

Mtalangua-the following

Megai (h)-mingle
Mdizo-partner or share

Mava’vah-true (truth), honest

Moktatan batatan-strange lifestyle

Minji (h)-voodoo

Moana (h)-priest

Mohepepeh-a person who always give thanks and praises (unto The Most High/God

Mofouh-weak

Motonga-Rara linguist

Mozibit-plan

Moska- legendary reference to someone or something

Moosic-style or a certain behaviour

Motatarap-a glorious person

Moosh-baby-love, (it can refer to) my love or a lover or a love partner

N

Naska hurai-right now or immediately

Nalleh-in the

Nanih-pussy

Naxxalei-outta space, strange unknown habit/style around

Neska-next

Neskamas-next day or tomorrow

Nereim-name

Nongo-a western numerical “nine”

Nona ike-elderly woman

Numa-a western numerical ”six”

Nunah-pussy

Nilyah/nilia or neelyah-blessing

Nigero-nigga

Nixxi (h)-no or none

Ninikomti-refuse

Nwanwap-agree, ok or it is alright

Nwaxx-naughty

Nwaampak-a tale

Nwaash-drink

Nwifisus-a racist or a hater (slang)

O

Oska--the

Ota-out of

Ojibo-monkey, baboon etc..,

Onki-donkey

Oweh-oh no!

Opop/hop hop-flex up, become energytical or gain strength

P

Pakwe-downpressor, a tyranny

Piccle-joke

Pumpunyex-pop out

Prek patro-newcomer or firstcomer

Pextek-livicate, represent, dedicate                                                                   .

Pesisa (h)-money

Pewesei (ih)-two step, double sided, left and right… simply all in balance

Patwe (ih)-hidden,secretive or concealed

Poska-mistify

Q

Qoska-tell a lie

R

Roska-all of us or collectively

Rwaakan-speak (ing) vulgure, explicit cursy

Rom ram rom ram-go round and round, bush about the bush

Rabei rabatap-GanJah without any mixture of cigarette or any other substance (clean herb)

S

Ssakkarrall-bad active or negativity

Sheseelyah-Shikilyah-shake

Sjatah-seven

Soska-just like (or) as in… comparing to something to something or someone

Sitah-eight

Stik-act

Skit-search

Slata ile-I n I ah gwaan, we are going

Skwaari-condom

Skwaratuum-sperm

Skwaara or Motongah-rara linguist,a[ANK1]  person speaking strange language

Skwaara mampa-fake tongue or language

Skara karal-old, low quality, torn out, dilapidated etc..,

Scoaclah-behind, the back of the body or after(either something happened, an after event or activity)

Stapih or wapistapih-hero, brave person sort of a protagonist

Sati(h)-South

Soso-April (the 4^th month of the western calendar)

Skeh toah-Enemy

Suta(h)-November (the 11^th month of the western calendar)

Swaafas-kind and sensitive

T

Takleh chat-talk

Tangah-friend

Tatih poosj-the enforcer, a hussler or a go getter

Taseh-cry

Tonga tongah-speak a language fluently

Twanga-tongue

Tringah-crazy, mad or something inside the head as in psychotic

Tok- I, me or my

Twaaple-walk as in…going

Talingo-language

Tutei-beer or any kind of any beverage

Twaax-fire lighter

Tusj(ih)-now

Taweweh-conqueror as in….the victorious

U

Ujub-elephant

Umku-sheep

Usasan-knowledge or wisdom

Ungarih-it seems as if

Umakwemwe-grandmother

V

Valva-away

Vanka vanka-enjoy very much

Venerusa-the beginning or a start

Vinisteh-window

Vuru vere-corruption

Vutlhe-a dirty disgusting person or unhygienic person

Volox-follow or come or haunt

Vossos-a struggle (is or about someone or something)

Vovox-throat

Voox-a shot

Votot-until

W

Walleh halleh motatarap-the most glorious sounds of the all

Wacohiskei-bird of the same further or a member

Wakadap-what’s up?

Wakadude-youngboy

Wol Macajian-Great elder and a mighty warrior

X

Xalk-stand

Xamtres-Chill out

Xalulu-careful

Xeix-tear apart

Xesta-the end

Xing-zinc

Xika-a lie

Xrinxa-shout outloud

Xwaan/xuan-go

Xwaaps-grab or steal

Y

Yana-here

Yabat-a cold thing or weather (like “yabatmas” means a cold day)

Yakarereh-name

Yanka-sky

Yelerinyah-Home

Yum yum-food

Yuka-with

Yolem-all

Yumtu-a human being

Yoska-yours

Yonka-down

Yozah-come

Yozana-coming

Yurusah-dangerous

Z

Zafei (h)-life

Zakalsj-lazy

Zam zem-my

Zahuse-I don’t know

Zelerinyah-rose or a flower

Zelekwap-anger

Zika zika-do not trust

Zwatap- savior or last hope

Zetstap-end

Zoska-to hold on to something or have faith in what you believe

Zukumusj-night

Zaozao-Tomorrow

Zungu-crazy

Zakazesh-style

Zonkom-the direction of the sun known as “south”

Zolomj-tactiic or skill

Zootycoon-lunatic

Zwing zwing-crazy

Zoom zoom-crazy

Zwelik-enforcer

Zwehzwe-Coin

Numrer-numbers

Mon-one

Twoos-two

Wess-three

Tess-four

Criss(ij)-five

Numa-six

Sjata/satah-seven

Sitah-eight

Nongo/longo-nine

Gonongo-ten

Crissijih-fifty

Zelt-hundred

Dukut-thousand

Milijih-million

Bilijih-billion

Zilijih-zillion

Massanek-days of the week

Monmas-Monday

Twoosmas-Tuesday

Wessmas-Wednesday

Crisjmas-Friday

Numas-Saturday

Sjatamas-sunday

Makwe-months of the year

Jitih-january

Jatah-february

Jeti(h)-march

Soso-april

Oro-may

Totai-june

Unai-july

Munre-august                                                                                      

Dulei-september

Uka-october

Suta-november

Barei-december

Fefih-Family

Kase un-child or a little baby

Lodiladah-boy or son

Tashi/tashee or besih-girl or daughter

Tatah-father

Marrah-mother

Tallih-uncle

Tallih tatah-grandfather

Imtatah-great grandfather

Taliwah-cousin

Dashij or dashee-Aunty

Filah-niece

Nilah-nephew

Umakwekwe-grandmother

Nafesisial-seasons of the year

Amas-summer

Mesminte-winter

Huatatai-spring

Shanal-autum

Being Born

I have been here too long, a coiling tube twisting from my bulging belly, caressing my toes and chest as my heartbeats echo outside the chamber of my reprieve.

I awake in a shimmering black river, with crimson streaks exposing smoky tails every intermittent now and pulling towards a tunnel draining me from my sleep.

I am about to be born, while a thousand years have passed with my pulses in this reverie, walls of living clay my closet, a spherical room for a dance on a wet stage.

I am eager to dance with all winds of time, a crying dance from drawing breath and those pangs of a slap to my being.

Sounds of a strange proximity are tickling my cloak of flesh, but all is felt within by one who is without.

The stench of a myriad colors and voices, bruising beams of slow light swelling my eyes; I am everywhere here where the air speaks in tongues of leaves.

I am seen by singing eyes, probing fingers sending shocks of initial records through my skin.

I am one they announce, and this dream becomes the oldest I was yet to know.

A timid curiosity grows in my hollow head, about things misty and phosphorescent, about the melody hummed by a breast resting my face and the calm drops flowing sweetly in me.

Mouth like a well of love, kisses sipping from me all fright; a nurture I feel glowing from a large face staring blankly at my bewilderment.

I am among others who see themselves in my image, a mirror of their past glistening with futures unbeknown or those I have forgotten.

I am a seed of two warm souls that soiled one another, alchemy of birth’s mystery told through lisps and hallowed hymns.

Stars wait on this moonless evening, and time listens from among broody clouds against an unfazed sky.

Mother whispers one secret name and chilling thunderbolts start a fever in my bones.

Fading into me are her well kept thoughts and bones, tales of her life trimmed into a bouquet wilting with age.

Her first I am to be, eternal and crimson, her second blood spilling in sacrifices and honor of brown birth unstolen.

With swollen eyes that see beyond veils of hearts, I know love; warmly like a pulse tickling my spine and jolting limbs to a dance.

Cradled in mystery I glisten, a throbbing well forged on my skull and sleep remembering sacred and unforgotten futures probing towards heaven.

When father finally lays eyes upon my dreamy face, he outgrows a death of his youth with life breathing calmly and fragile in his arms.

A jewel becomes of my yawn and clutched fists, my paths written for my eyes only.

These hours ring to my rhythm, echoing even tonight years after being born, like a prophesy of that which was and yet to be emerging as one.

Spogo and Tleketleke

On this dark and moonless night, I sit with friends talking about Spogo and Tleketleke, two mundane drugs with sinisterly diabolical after-effects that have gained precarious notoriety among vagabonds of Kokosi.

They say cheap as this pill is, Spogo can knock you out for well over 48 hours, that is after a trip that leaves mouths drooping sooty saliva and brown mucus.

You aught keep an empty bucket nearby for constant deposits of piss, spit and drool, because one’s dreamy motor-reflexes tend to be sedated and uncontrollable, leaving fluids drib drab out like urine coagulated with stale sperm.

Faint heart beats, an excruciating hunger from a stomach that does not allow food, or maybe only bites of soggy potato chips bought with ten cent coins.

And avoid water by any means they say, even though dehydration would be taking its toll, because it will biliously catalyze chemical reactions on your chaffed tripe.

This concoction is disastrously infamous for its physio-transformative traits, like skin color changes which render habitual users coal black and skeletal, protruding eyes and bulging joints, a forty year old man looking like a kwashiorkor sufferer.

Most are stone-cold killers of this cursed place, since after the blackout, a brutal resurgence of wakefulness deepens the impact of withdrawals.

They would prowl the streets, buzzing for a fix and blood with which their sanity is purchased.

Undeniably, a majority of users are teens, aimlessly initiated into a virile life of prison terms and nightmares inflicted by wailing souls of those killed in the line of duty.

Tleketleke on the other hand, though malicious as Spogo, is characterized by contrasting euphoric dispositions for those who inhale its purplish smoke.

Numbness assails one from the first dozy sniff of this sordid air coiling from tin foils burned with ever grumpy lighters, and then soon after, most would opt for sleep, peaceful and stupefied.

But when you hear recitals of horrid dreams they find themselves incapacitated to awake from, one knows that this drug creates a perfect purgatory where comatose participants feel sour razor pains without willing their bodies to wretch out of the mire.

In a township surrounded by eleven mines and incredible poverty and desolation, no dream should be peaceful, I guess.

So, most dream of death, others of suicides and disgusting overdoses, all these experiments undertaken unrepentantly on these eternal stone roads of life’s perilous terrain.

Not all are murderers of course. Some are herd boys who live with cattle in ramshackle kraals on the outskirts of this bestial township, ones who are mid-men to calves during their staggering first steps.

Others opt to take long walks to unknowable destinations, pounding heads drenched in dog piss and vomit.

One is said to have walked all the way to Losberg mountain; that cursed scab on the edge of a meteor crater near Vredefort and saw unicorns and large snakes while bathing in a pond.

He is said to have returned convinced that this mountain was among the first stations of terra-formation by whatever crashed.

He believed there were still creatures living in and on the mountain, some unseen and others seen but disbelieved.

Fleeting imaginings of fragments of extraterrestrial rocks, micro-organisms, and organic matter that still linger in caves unopened in those peaks should have an effect on any population.

This place could an experimental site emitting psychically disturing effects on dreamers of a necromantic chapter of this ground’s soul, and many are haunted I still believe.

And all I witness in wonder are these downtrodden people of a rundown place of a million year old death, on a world heritage site dying of crude claims.

The Tleketleke gangs, clad in their ferociously unique fashion trends are a mark of savagery.

Pants cut way above the ankles, outgrown shirts hanging for dear life.

Canopies of woolen hats folded on tips of scarred clean cut scalps; they do look like rascals from a fifties film gone ghetto in the new millennium.

And they do score, known among peddlers as the most trusted customers, young and eager, with blood fresh for the picking.  

This is a generation of discontent, raging at pillars of power and vending machines filled with passing aspirations of their concocted lusts, bulldozing libraries with matchstick cannons and plastic machetes, clearing clinics of experimental pharmaceuticals and statistical journals of hordes unwittingly dying.

And it has to be admitted that this vicious cycle of drug binges and death is undoubtedly affecting young women as well, vulnerable descendents of brothel types and victims to rape when in euphoric comas.

A ninety’s brand of shebeen queens, skimpy vixens looking like a cast of soft-porn films, these are defiled children escaping nightly from their newborns.

They gather among loafers and other junk personalities to quench a drought of dreams, even with nightmares lived with morosely in the dark hours of solitude.

Rank smell of sleep in their armpits and odors of wet dreams and cum from forgotten intercourses; they live a story frozen in a loop and with Spogo or Tleketleke by their bedside – all is well in hell.

On My Street

There is a house with windows the sad bruised eyes of a whore,

A shabbily rotted wooden door wailing like a taciturn baby’s mouth.

A Cyclops house with half a face, rolling out a gravel tongue;

Some rusted caravan attached to its rear like a malignant tumor.

A house with a mirror door, a manicured lawn and trimmed trees;

Envied by all on this street among many we call by our histories.

A walled-in house with spikes of glass fragments atop to deter birds or sordid men;

Standing on a corner, flanked by derelict shacks and wobbly dog pens.

On my street, garbage tombs scatter on dusty pathways, strangled by time and

Disused doors are bolted shut, distilling resemblances of stubborn gags.

There’s a house with a rooftop veiled in canvas anchored by broken wheelbarrows,

With four doors precariously smashed in places where windows once panelessly stared.

There’s a roofless house, abandoned and torched now housing the forsaken;

A house of gang brands and defecation, weeds cracking concrete walls frailly.

A house in company of eleven car wrecks, oil strewn grounds with carcasses of engines;

Glass doors riddled with bullet-holes and careless burglar bars; unshackled pets yawning.

A house of tombstones, grinders and sand papers carving last minute memorials,

Ever drenched in white water and soot, as stones cry before their bereaved.

A house sporting colors of games and allegiances to what’s not at stake,

A house of stolen gnomes and drooping sculptures behind serrated wire meshes.

A house of assorted bricks patched together unevenly, a house of two elderly sisters who pray

Guarded by giant dogs and a riddle of a garden in an arid clime and radioactive soil.

A Poem

Of all the fools, who

Crowded the wise and eloquent;

I was a lisping gate for muddy soles.

When sages bolted, and

Eschewed their vigor for ravages of fame;

I limped across marble halls, untamed.

Of all axioms of dying souls, rent

By verse, poisoned pens and blades;

I beheld lame joy slip through scrapped fingers.

And when limericks of defeat soil

Ears of hungry palates in chorus,

What would I do for my ghost burning underground?

Would frightened celestial bodies

Rip through my tattered cloak

Of song, or shall I perish in parodies still?