Mine is to filter out the rhetoric and propaganda, so that we children of the soil can form opinions based on logic and reason. Not through those summarized and scripted tales presented to us.
There are those who climb because their spirit has been prepared for the heights they reach. They have walked through the fire, carried burdens in silence, and built foundations that existed long before anyone recognised their name. Their elevation is rooted. It is not simply a matter of being seen…it is the result of discipline, … Continue reading Borrowed Elevation
The ground remembers every footprint. It remembers who walked with humility and who walked with arrogance. It remembers those who carried the burdens of the people and those who carried only the weight of their own ambitions. When the ground no longer yearns for your presence as its leader, why run to the corridors of … Continue reading The Ground Does Not Lie
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
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
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
@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
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
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
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?
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
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
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:
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 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
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
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 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
Go manage yourself, Leaving the rest of us alone. You are the one who lacks the authority you boldly speak of. Go manage yourself, Leaving the rest of us alone, You crave power, yet you can’t even contain your own chaos. Go manage yourself, Leaving the rest of us alone, It is your tongue, sharp … Continue reading Go Manage yourself
A Prayer for the Misunderstood I am not a child. I am not a mistake. I am not an afterthought or a shadow cowering in the corners of your discomfort. I am the answered prayer of generations. I am the dream dreamt by those who carried buckets on their heads and hope in their hearts. … Continue reading I Refuse to Be Diminished
‘Never lost nor forgotten’ One thing about my ancestors? They never miss a moment to reveal themselves to me. In whispers, in visions, in signs too divine to ignore they speak, they show, they guide. I do not question them. How could I? Their love is old, unwavering, and wise beyond lifetimes. I trust them … Continue reading In The Arms Of My Ancestors
The ANC’s regional conference in Ekurhuleni draws near, and with it, a familiar storm begins to stir. History has taught us that when power is up for grabs, peace often slips quietly out the back door. Words will turn into weapons. Reputations will be bruised, dragged, reshaped to fit agendas. Some will stand on stages, … Continue reading Where Power Gathers, Peace Scatters
It was never about fitting in, but about finding myself and walking in my truth without the fear of being rejected for embracing it, with the support of those who walk alongside me. My Baba is a teacher I will never outgrow due to the abundant wisdom he effortlessly shares with me, guided by those … Continue reading Thank You Baba Mpande 🤍
Now that the cat is out the bag and your faves have been exposed, does it not bother you that your actions cost Natives their right to freedom of expression? For you to come out here and brag about fighting against a system you inherited, by maintaining it instead of doing away with it due … Continue reading Apartheid Did Not End, It Evolved
I find it scary how the conditioned are quick to debunk theories they deem to be a conspiracy because they do not want to face the truth. They have been trained to dismiss anything that exposes the lie they are forced to live, by the same puppets controlled by the enablers of this wicked system … Continue reading Ours Is To Stop Being Ignorant
You thought you would put me in my place But I will not stay in this space How dare you make an attempt to silence my voice? Have you no shame in the dealings you scored at the expense of those whose heads you utilized as puddle blockers? Your mistake was to think you silenced … Continue reading This Voice Isn’t For Sale
The system will create a distraction to shift your focus from the truth, because your ignorance is what keeps it going. This is why we are faced with a pandemic of celebrities and influencers who promote nothing but bile, by glorifying that which is demeaning, all in the name of moving with the times.Unlike the … Continue reading Reject The Fall This Time Around
La Nkosi Writes 