Zola Miguel Manuel comes from afar. At the age of seventeen years, Zola fled southern Africa and Angola in its war and it is in a foster home in northern France that he found asylum. He has since thrown its moorings in Toulouse and has made its home port. Placed here too, in a home, he had the desire to learn French, then in 2004 to obtain a BEP in painting the building. Today, he saw his job as a painter building, he has his home and sees his passion for writing rewarded. For if Zola Miguel Manuel, from an early age, writing poems in Portuguese and Kikongo'''the language of his country, he has recently translated into French and has just published a book. On this occasion, that through an acquaintance, we met in his small apartment impeccable road Launaguet.
ZOLA HAS ALWAYS HOPE THAT ONE DAY IT BETTER IRA
In late summer, a ray of sunlight passes through the narrow window of the studio and cut the slender silhouette of Zola, on the white background of his small living room. The black boy who greets me is wearing a white linen trousers and a T-shirt. He is tall, thin and emaciated face sports a goatee, his hair is curly and short. Zola received me standing, book in hand and with a smile. A broad and generous smile that invites dialogue. Immediately we will discuss his passion for poetry, and relive his past.
During the time we spend together, Zola, often keep their hands clasped on his knees, the gesture seemed to bring him inner peace and serenity. Forthright, and tell me it will show only twenty-three years, it is relatively healthy mind, despite all the vicissitudes of his life. For Zola is resolutely optimistic about him and his Africa. In his poems he speaks about her life in Angola, war, suffering, famine, AIDS, but still keeping hope that one day it will get better ...
His meeting touched me and me button again. Because oddly, when Zola brings back memories, tinged with suffering, his words do not inspire pity. It is a great shame, and should boast of nothing. Sometimes, behind his black-rimmed glasses, his eyes lose their usual brilliance. then it is forbidden to speak of certain facts which he lived, as his flight from Angola and the loss of loved ones. In those moments, he even justified mid voice:''I do not want my friends and current knowledge, know everything about my life because I'm afraid they see me different from what I am ... and the man they know.''Yes, Zola is not a young man like any other. On his face black ebony, it reads both the misery of the world, but also hope that the advances. Her smile, sometimes harsh, cold and sweet and tender, is related to the image of his perspective on humanity. As affecting his thinking''Freedom, what's your price? Can I buy you? Tell me where and what market?''Which appears on the cover of his book titled''My last wish.'' In''Black Diamond,''his next book, Zola Miguel Manuel, will highlight the beauty of African women. One way perhaps to pay tribute to her younger best friend died of AIDS. If
Zola, loves poetry, he also likes music, wants to attend university and undertaker nevertheless, the life to the full, even if it was not and is not always easy.
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