Camagu

I would much rather
Speak earth affinity
Than to be political
Whilst people die
Of that which is
Considered taboo
I'd rather live with
The title of miss taboo
Than die ignoring
My existence
And what it was birthed for
Pretending truths don't exist
Doesn't at any given time
Make the truth untruthful
It makes it disappear
Only to reappear
Much stronger
And more vested
In ousting itself
You see truth knocks kindly
@ first
But after being denied
It begins to rudely intercept
That lie(s)
Becoming even more pronounced
With skeletons coming out to play

love letters

hello blog world it's been... hasn't it.
Well when last did you receive a letter, conventional or otherwise? the otherwise being an email or text notes...

Something that does not happen often these days is communicating. I watched The Talk the the other day, SA's a bit behind season wise, anyhow on this day the ladies of The Talk discussed how they communicate with their spouses via email or texting, one of the ladies said they used it as a tool to fight with their hubby, whilst some said they enjoyed the occasional email or text like enjoy your day or how is your day so far...

Yesterday what made my day is that i saw a tweet on one of my all time favourite songs by Mbongeni Ngema, that every black person calls ithambo lam lekentucky which is one of the lines in the song, the actual title being: Stimela sam sase Zola... the tweet was saying that every man should sign off the letter like that...

I listenedd to the song that flooded my early life partly due to the women of my family, Note: this was the time of cassette players and turntables, so my aunts had a cassette with one song recorded on it that song was Mbongeni Ngema's Stimela sam sase Zola...... #beautifulmemories of growing up

That song is such a beautifully articulated vernacular love letter in song....
talks of the woman being his umbrella shielding him from the sunshine... to saying i love you even when you"re spitting fire( ngikthanda nom uvutha baby).... He then says  you touch me and i rise like selfraising flour (wangthinta ndakhukhumala)... the song speaks of resting on her derrière after  a hard day's work (NGIYOPHUMULA KUWE EDAIRY)....

I sat listening to this song realising that it was one of my first ever love songs in vernac that i had heard as a child and just how i enjoyed listening to it playing  non-stop courtesy of the aunts whose favourite song it was at the time. I move to today's time and realise that men don't speak in this currency of value, appreciation is minimal of the women in their lives that said i don't believe all men are like this either.
i used to write letters and i miss that intimate space but more than anything i believe letter writing still has a space in this world of technological comm's....

Take time out and write a love letter to someone, it doesn't have to be romantically inclined but it could come from a place of love and filled with softness and kindness and good thoughts.

lost and found

so the time came when I finally finished the 2nd of five books bought in February of this year, it took me seven months to read Air by Geoff Ryman and not because it was boring but because I just didn't much feel like it... well when I bought these books it was just after working myself too hard on a project that was the most inspiringly fresh and for the most part fun to take on and for once it was in something I believed... empowering kids to tell their story through their gifts. This was a blessing for me and thank you to all who pushed me on that journey for it was awe inspiring to work on....

I bought five books: a biography on American President Barrack Obama, Air, Under The Frangipanni by Mia Couto, a biography on the model Alek Wek and We Are The Ones We Have Been Waiting for by one my favourite authors Alice Walker, which is book number four for me of the five. I read Mia Couto's book in less than five days after reading Air which I loved.

The most intriguing find about the books is that somehow their all about journeying and self discovery, spirituality and belief systems somehow  even though the stories differ... and to think I found a book sale whilst awaiting a friend for some bonding time, you see she was running late. But her being late is one of the greatest gifts she has given me in our friendship as it gave me back one of my favourite things to do in the whole world that I'd forgotten how to do, pretty much like how I have forgotten how to write.

 Writing again is thanks to the memory of my late sister and my late friend sunshine who have believed in my abilities when I have forgotten to believe in them myself as well the numerous people I have in my life who still believe in my writing power...

I guess I am finding my feet again in the things that make me happy whilst embarking on a new journey that will hopefully best yield greater harvests of lessons learned and love lost only to be found and growing with each new rising sun...