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
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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:
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
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
My Exit Is My Alignment
In Letting Go, I Return To The Rhythm Of My Bloodline I have come to accept that I cannot change what refuses to change. I cannot transform what resists transformation, nor can I walk into the future while holding onto a past that does not belong to me...or to my ancestors. The same applies to … Continue reading My Exit Is My Alignment
In The Arms Of My Ancestors
‘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
La Nkosi Writes 