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:
African Proverbs To Live By
Gems We Inherited From Those Who Came Before Us Growing up surrounded by my grandmothers, I was fortunate to be immersed in the wisdom that flowed so generously from their lips to our ears. My maternal grandmother, in particular, took it upon herself to share the teachings she had received from her grandmother, continuing a … Continue reading African Proverbs To Live By
No Switch Ups
I now see why madloti ami insist I walk their way there is a sacred peace in placing my feet where theirs once pressed the earth. This path keeps teaching me the art of patience. Even when the moment feels urgent, whether good or bad, I am learning not to rush. For this work is … Continue reading No Switch Ups
When Outbursts Expose More Than Just Anger
The Abahambe Brigade @lankosiwrites Gayton McKenzie’s public outburst did more than just spark debate…it revealed some deeply troubling views that many of us hadn't fully recognized. His decision to confront the Open Chats podcast, under the banner of defending the colored community, instead opened a can of worms he perhaps did not expect. In doing … Continue reading When Outbursts Expose More Than Just Anger
Clarity On The Boundaries I Set
Having walked through all that I have, and now standing firm in my calling as a healer, I am no longer shaken by the whispers spoken behind my back even by those I once held close. Spirit has opened my eyes to see them not as they pretend to be, but as the wounded souls … Continue reading Clarity On The Boundaries I Set
Maintaining Boundaries
The early stages of maintaining boundaries for your peace can be the most challenging. Especially when you end up confusing access with acceptance, or presence with progress. Just because they show up, doesn’t mean they’ve stepped up. You owe no one your softness if they haven’t earned your safety. Protect your peace even from those … Continue reading Maintaining Boundaries
My Pen Isn’t Borrowed
My pen was never taken from me, because my gift is an inheritance. The ink I write with was never meant to run dry…it flows from an abundant well, passed down through spirit and blood. I write not just to tell stories, but to heal myself, and those who come across my words. I don’t … Continue reading My Pen Isn’t Borrowed
He Lost His Home When Chasing The Stage
So she pulled back to let him thrive, to stop messing with his bag as he would call it…whenever she would express her discomfort during troublesome times. He said she was holding him back… as if her love was a leash, as if her presence was a prison, as if her discomfort with his absence … Continue reading He Lost His Home When Chasing The Stage
Njinga🤍
My grandfather continues to watch over me through my baby brother, who carries not only his name but his spirit. Even during gloomy or sunny days, ngiva umoya wakhe…as it calmly blankets me with his warmth. Ngiyati, uMkhulu usahamba nami guiding my steps like an elder beside the sacred fire, unseen yet ever near, walking … Continue reading Njinga🤍
La Nkosi Writes 