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
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
I no longer engage in conversations that require me to dilute my mind, for those who choose ignorance, repeating nothing more than the conditioning they’ve accepted without question.
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
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
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
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
One day, this African girl will make her people proud. One day, this African girl will make it in life. One day, this African girl will spark change. One day, this African girl will become the dream she dreams to be. 💛🌻 One day, African people will know true joy. One day, African people will … Continue reading For Children of the Soil
What happens when unelected elites hijack the national voice? Allowing another country’s president to belittle you and your nation as a sitting head of state, especially on a global stage and based on baseless claims is dangerous and unacceptable. You cannot sacrifice your country’s sovereignty to maintain a so-called peace that only serves the interests … Continue reading When A Billionaire Speaks for the State
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
@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
@lankosiwrites How dare you attempt to marry me off into a family, you do business with? Was I a part of the agreement? You’ve wounded me this time in a manner that defies the ability to pen it down, this injury is deeper than it may appear at first glance. Anguish has also begun to … Continue reading Destiny Swap Gone Wrong
La Nkosi Writes 🖊️ Love, like ink, can gently seep into new stories, weaving together new chapters and fresh beginnings. Each drop carries whispers and promises, delicately inscribed on pages that await their turn, especially those yet to unfold… A beautiful tapestry reveals itself, crafted from the threads of our dreams, as our aspirations soar … Continue reading Love & Ink
I refuse to form part of cycles meant to destroy my peace for the sake of keeping traditions we never inherited from those that came before us. When they colonized us they made sure to dilute what they had access to when it came to our spirituality as children of the soil, hence the constant … Continue reading Not Again
When the ground started crumbling and the brave ones pointed it out, the crumb collectors were quick to extinguish those who dared to expose the rot within. La Nkosi The breadcrumb collectors impose themselves onto people and into places where the brave are, because they want to control the narrative and the running of things. … Continue reading Your Breadcrumb Collectors Are A Problem
The minute you stabbed me in the back,With a dagger my enemy gave you.I felt it piercing through my skin...But my blood froze due to the shock.Coming to realize you were the warning,Ruined the little hope our kind had in this. All calls for help were ignored, judgements were thrown allover the place, With no … Continue reading
You can stop with the pretense cause there are no cameras,What's it with your kind indulging in food not meant for their stomachs?Don't you ever get tired of the constant suffering you have subjected us to?I don't think I get it quite right, this thing of your kind ruling us towards our own demise under … Continue reading To That Kind
When he showed up she was on the verge of pulling a no show.A rebel who wanted nothing to do with that which she came from, was prevented from leaving.She whose eyes burn when fuming with rage,The one whose face turns red due to the fire that burns in her, whose mouth utters nothing but … Continue reading .
Used to question my actions I looked for reasons negative reasons that would justify or quench the thirst I had for the little belief of things crumbling every time I tried them out.This time around it was rather different, when I questioned my actions and the choices I made the answers I never seeked for … Continue reading If it is for you, it won’t hurt you.
For your presence you do not need an excuse, you aren't required to take on a heap of responsibility to justify your existence. Shut that voice up it's your ego whimpering. You being here today, right now is a gift to the world.You are not out of place! For your presence you do not need … Continue reading Incase you were feeling a bit out of place, I have message for you.
If I were to change the person I am for society, I'd be far from being free. Why change who you are and everything that makes one unique to fit the criteria of the very same people who ridicule our customs and traditions? We developed a bad habit of ridiculing those of us who aren't … Continue reading English or Clanglish?
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