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
Author: 🇸🇿 🇿🇦 La Nkosi 🇸🇿 🇿🇦
I write because my ink was never meant to run dry. I write because I was born to tell stories. I write because my words carry the weight of those who never got to tell their story from their perspective. The system came in and dismantled the gems our ancestors left for us to aid in retracing the path that leads to our roots.
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.
The Flame Within
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
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 