JAMES MATTHEWS AT 82!!!

By Deon Simphiwe Skade

South African-born author, James Matthews, has turned 82. This milestone was celebrated by The Centre for the Book, part of the National Library, by inviting fellow writers and readers to observe this special day. Even though Matthews' birthday was on the 22nd of May, the centre hosted the event celebrating his life and achievements on the 23rd.

Matthews is a crucial part of world's writers. Here one refers particularly to those writers who through their writing and speech, not only denounced any form of oppression against anyone, but were as brave as willing to face any consequences that emerged. Dennis Brutus’ name springs up from many names of such heroes. Some of Matthews’s fellow writers spoke of his illustrious writing career, but highlighted his ability to remain honest in any subject he engaged in. Often referred to as one of District Six's prominent writers along the likes of Alex La Guma, Matthews is a sage that we should celebrate as such. Young or old writers should drink from his well of wisdom. When I asked him for an advice that he may give to a young writer like me, he said: ''Be honest in your writing and don't pay too much attention to the critics. Believe in what you do and be true to that.''

Matthews' confidence at 82 may unsettle many young folk. The honesty that he referred to, which was also a piece of advice he gave to another young journalist writer a few years ago, characterizes his speech too. In his opening remarks as the guest of honour, he shared an anecdote about a bathing experience he recently had, in which he fell as he tried to stand up. He did not use any euphemistic words in relating this unfortunate incident. As a result, the audience were in stitches over his sharp and unrestrained wit. One admired Matthews even more.

Happy belated birthday James Matthews. May you see many more years to come. The young need your wisdom and guidance.

SOME OF JAMES MATTHEWS' BOOKS:

Black voices shout
Cry rage!
The park and other stories
No time for dreams
Poems from a prison cell
The party is over