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.
Walk In Your Calling, Stand In Your Power🤍
I could never be made to feel small by someone who does not know the fullness of who I am. Referring to me as ‘that sangoma’ or ‘that nyanga’ is not the insult you imagine it to be. Titles rooted in calling, service, and healing do not lose their worth because of your misunderstanding. Perhaps … Continue reading Walk In Your Calling, Stand In Your Power🤍
The Ground Is Calling, But Are We Still Listening?
There is a quiet erosion taking place within student politics, and if we are not careful, it will cost us more than just elections. It will cost us the soul of student struggle itself. I say this as someone who has walked this path… and I’m not speaking from theory here, I’ve seen it, I’ve … Continue reading The Ground Is Calling, But Are We Still Listening?
When Music Heals:Bholoja The Medicine Man Of Swazi Soul
There is music that entertains. There is music purely created to pass the time. And then there is the kind of music that embarks on a journey to memory lane with you… The kind that meets you somewhere between memory and spirit, between the living and those who came before. The kind that does not … Continue reading When Music Heals:Bholoja The Medicine Man Of Swazi Soul
When Music Heals: Miriam Makeba, The Empress of African Song
Image Source: Pinterest Mama’s voice did not simply travel through air it travelled through bone, through memory, through the quiet places we try to protect from being touched. Image Source: Pinterest Mme Miriam Makeba carried more than melody. She carried the pain of exile, the dignity of her people, and the trembling hope of a … Continue reading When Music Heals: Miriam Makeba, The Empress of African Song
When Music Heals:
Simphiwe Dana, The Queen of Afrofuturism Ma Dana does not just sing...she remembers.She carries a voice that arrives like a gentle ancestral knock on one's spirit door, with a gentle yet very present aura, asking us to sit, listen, breathe, and return to ourselves. Source: Pinterest Rooted in tradition with a reach that transcends time, Simphiwe Dana … Continue reading When Music Heals:
When Music Heals:
Camagwini The Voice of the Ancients Camagwini’s music speaks directly to the soul. It does not rush you. It calls you. Her sound ignites something ancient, something that has always been there. It awakens the divine feminine energy that lingers quietly within us, waiting to be remembered rather than discovered. I first encountered Camagwini’s music … Continue reading When Music Heals:
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.
Why I Admire Yeye Lara Fashola Fanimokun
When I was first introduced to her, I was in the early stages of my awakening…searching for deeper, African-rooted explanations for the experiences unfolding within me. That’s when I came across an interview between Yeye Lara Fashola and an Ifa healer based in the US. They were speaking about the soul family. I was immediately … Continue reading Why I Admire Yeye Lara Fashola Fanimokun
A Dream I Do Not Wish to Wake From
When he shared my work, I felt the circle of creation return to completion…the spirit moving from me to him, and back again, as the drums of the unseen echoed in agreement🥺🤍
Walking Through Fire to Reclaim My Voice
When I withdrew, I did it because spirit instructed me to. My energy was not to be wasted in a space where puppets danced, where sweet treats replaced vision, and where leadership became an empty performance. During my time away, I learnt that, a true leader serves the people, but also serves the living spirit … Continue reading Walking Through Fire to Reclaim My Voice
Listening To The Winds of Change
For weeks now, I've felt a gentle yet persistent whisper in my spirit that my body can no longer ignore. It’s as if the presence of my ancestors is nudging me, urging me to pay attention to something deeper within myself. This morning, the fog finally cleared, and I remembered that we are walking into … Continue reading Listening To The Winds of Change
When Music Heals:
Phila Dlozi The Sangomic Voice of Healing There are voices that sing…and then there are voices that heal. Phila Dlozi carries a sangomic voice that doesn’t wait for your comprehension, it moves you before the message even unfolds. Source: Pinterest He carries an ancient kind of energy, one that stirs the soul’s deepest rivers. Carrying … Continue reading When Music Heals:
I no longer engage in conversations that require me to dilute my mind, for those who choose ignorance, repeating nothing more than the conditioning they’ve accepted without question.
Legacies Woven Into Our Surnames
Any child born from a lineage steeped in royalty carries within them the whispers of tradition that echo through the winds of time. I have felt the warm embrace of those teachings, their essence woven into the fabric of my being, lessons that once seemed elusive but now shimmer with clarity. Spirit flows like an … Continue reading Legacies Woven Into Our Surnames
Our Souls Hold What Our Flesh Has Lost
Being able to speak about my ancestors is something that brings me so much joy. To be in the presence of someone whose energy allows me to share such truths says so much about the spirit they carry. When I remember my early struggles with grasping the basics of a certain ancient language, I laugh … Continue reading Our Souls Hold What Our Flesh Has Lost
When Music Heals:
The Medicine In Buhlebendalo Mda’s Music Sons and daughters of the soil, I raise you Hele…a sacred vessel disguised as an album. @lankosiwrites It is far from being loud, rather it speaks with the authority of the sacred waters that have known the beginning of time. It heals, it ignites, it whispers, and it commands. … Continue reading When Music Heals:
When Music Heals:
The Medicine In Buhlebendalo Mda’s Music I have always carried a deep affection for Buhlebendalo, tracing her path from the sacred harmonies of The Soil to the blossoming of her own spirit through Chosi and Hele. To me, these are not merely albums...they are vessels, offerings, with each one having been crafted with ancestral memory, … Continue reading When Music Heals:
La Nkosi Writes 