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.
When Government Speaks In The Language Of Threats
What troubles me is not only the amount of money being spoken about. It is the spirit behind the response. Some ministers have come out breathing nothing but fire and bile, speaking as though the people are the enemy. And perhaps that is what leaves such a bitter taste in my mouth. We are constantly … Continue reading When Government Speaks In The Language Of Threats
Where Spirit Heals Beyond Structure
Returning to the unseen places where spirit remembers what the world forgot There are wounds no policy has ever reached, no law that has ever truly touched the quiet places where the spirit has been bruised and left to sit with itself. We are taught to believe that healing comes through structure, through systems, through … Continue reading Where Spirit Heals Beyond Structure
Consciousness Is the First Medicine
There is a knowing older than textbooks. A wisdom that does not sit in classrooms or wait to be approved by institutions. It lives in the marrow, in the breath, in the memory of a people who have walked through fire and continue to sing, even as the winds of hardship move through their lives.Consciousness is the first medicine. … Continue reading Consciousness Is the First Medicine
Happy Father’s Day
Happy Father’s Day to all the dads, fathers, grandfathers, uncles, and father figures. Today we celebrate the men who show up with strength, wisdom, patience, and love. The ones who work tirelessly behind the scenes, offer guidance when the road is uncertain, and provide comfort through life’s challenges. Thank you for the sacrifices you make, … Continue reading Happy Father’s Day
To My Timer 🤍
Today, I celebrate not only the man who raised me, but the man whose presence helped shape the person I am becoming.Thank you for your sacrifices, your guidance, your quiet strength, and the love you have given in the ways you knew best. Some lessons were spoken, others were simply lived, but all have become … Continue reading To My Timer 🤍
The Keepers of Memory Pushed to the Margins
@lankosiwrites There seems to be this hushed crisis unfolding in many parts of Africa. It is not always found in unemployment statistics, government reports, or political debates. At times it sits in empty libraries where laughter and curiosity once echoed. Sometimes it lives in neglected community centres that have forgotten the sound of young voices … Continue reading The Keepers of Memory Pushed to the Margins
I Stand Where My Ancestors Placed Me
My crown was never yours to handle, nor was my seat ever yours to claim. What I have come to understand, with both time and unlearning, is that each of us arrives in this life carrying an assignment that cannot be duplicated, borrowed, or stolen. There is no honour in competing for what was never … Continue reading I Stand Where My Ancestors Placed Me
The Ghosts of The Elections
You take take to the ground during elections, You ask us about our problems and we tell you,Not because we believe in you but because it has become a…The Ghosts of The Elections
Ours Did Not Preserve Us For This
Ai Generated Art Be careful of your so-called leaders. Many have learnt how to wear the language of justice without carrying the spirit of liberation.La Nkosi There is an unsettling truth I can no longer outrun, Ours did not preserve Us for this. They surely did not preserve us for a liberation draped in familiar … Continue reading Ours Did Not Preserve Us For This
Matamela did not lie when he spoke of this new dawn,it has dawned on us that these so called leaders aren’t for us and they will never be.
The demise of the ANC is not as far as these arrogant ones think, it is in fact nearing. Their current crop of leaders’ failure to ensure basic …Matamela did not lie when he spoke of this new dawn,it has dawned on us that these so called leaders aren’t for us and they will never … Continue reading Matamela did not lie when he spoke of this new dawn,it has dawned on us that these so called leaders aren’t for us and they will never be.
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.
La Nkosi Writes 