In every heartbeat and every breath, the blood of our ancestors speaks, calling us to walk the paths they cleared. Each step we take carries their strength, turning their struggles into resilience and their dreams into our future. Imilayezo yabo ride the wind, gently and without delay, reaching us through the branches of trees grown … Continue reading The Flame Within
About Walking Through The Corridors of History
@lankosiwrites As I penned my piece on 'The Sharpeville Six,' this section emerged organically. I found myself swimming in the waters of inspiration , feeling driven to keep sharing our version of events, as the title was birthed by me being a creative which resonated deeply with me. I genuinely hope that we can learn … Continue reading About Walking Through The Corridors of History
When History Repeats Itself
@lankosiwrites Be careful of those who assert themselves as leaders and innovators, some are not unfamiliar with the concept of selling out, particularly when they thrive at the expense of others. When history starts to echo past mistakes, reminding us of what led to the demise of our people through the actions of today's crop … Continue reading When History Repeats Itself
An Innocent Reminder
If it is written in your life story, it won’t lead to planting the seed of self-resentment in you. When we neglect our roots by abandoning our true identity, we take up an identity created by the system which only makes room for more chaos. Your bag was divinely created for you, stop chasing the … Continue reading An Innocent Reminder
They Said To Tell You This.
We are the generation that has been called to restore the structure of the pillars that once held our homes.Chosen before we were conceived and gifted before our mothers birthed us. Tasked with the responsibility to lead and heal the wounds that continue to hinder us from becoming our true selves. We are because they … Continue reading They Said To Tell You This.
For Our Sisters
My heart bleeds for our sisters from Daveyton, taken from safety and robbed of their innocence just trying to get home. Three young women were allegedly abducted and raped in a veld on Ngcobo Street, Mayfield, after leaving a traditional ceremony. Streets that should have been safe turned deadly…not by chance, but by neglect. My … Continue reading For Our Sisters
When the Ancestors Speak, I Write
Being able to heal through the sacred art of storytelling is a gift I do not take lightly. Writing, for me, is not merely a craft. It is a calling. A breathing, living act of remembrance. I breathe life into stories that stir me awake in the quiet hours of night and into those that … Continue reading When the Ancestors Speak, I Write
When Music Heals: The Sacred Voice of Zimbini
There are artists whose music does not just play but arrives like a soft footstep from the spirit world, the way ancestors enter a dream without warning but with intention. Zimbini is one of those rare voices, a woman whose sound feels carved from memory and guided by something older than all of us. Her … Continue reading When Music Heals: The Sacred Voice of Zimbini
When the Ancestors Step In, Lies Collapse
I love how, once again, the ancestors have made my innocence undeniable. When I walked away, I did so with a clean heart, and I never looked back. Yet they still tried to drag my name into things I know nothing about, because they have long been plotting, waiting for a moment to strike. But … Continue reading When the Ancestors Step In, Lies Collapse
When Music Heals: Thandiswa Mazwai, Bearer of the Motherland’s Voice
“The world changes, revolutionaries dieAnd the children forgetThe ghetto is our first loveAnd our dreams are drenched in goldWe don’t even cryWe don’t even cryAbout it no moreAre the beautiful ones really dead?” The question hangs in the air soft and burning, soft and burning like smoke rising from fires lit by our ancestors. Thandiswa … Continue reading When Music Heals: Thandiswa Mazwai, Bearer of the Motherland’s Voice
When Music Heals:
The Healing Sound Of Mme Busi Mhlongo I was first introduced to uMama Busi Mhlongo at a very young age, and her music has been part of my life ever since. During childhood sleepovers at a friend’s house, it became a tradition for us to gather around and watch her live performance DVD featuring Bayete … Continue reading When Music Heals:
When Tradition Meets Respect:
My Take on the Ngizwe Mchunu Saga @lankosiwrites I don’t believe Ngizwe Mchunu set out to offend our rainbow family. His words were clumsy and lacked the wisdom needed to convey their intended meaning, as he was driven by a desire to protect the sacred regalia once worn by kings, warriors, and healers, which carried … Continue reading When Tradition Meets Respect:
She Who Dwells On The Mountain
I am a descendant of fearless nonconformists, @lankosiwrites A grandchild of the sun and great grandchild of the water.A daughter of the winds birthed by fearless warriors, whose bones still echo beneath the ground…as I walk in the footsteps of those who came before me.
A Reminder
The blood of our ancestors is a living sacred bond, carrying within it the memory of battles fought and victories won. It echoes with the songs once sung around ancient fires and the prayers once whispered into the soil at dawn.
La Nkosi Writes 