I penned these words a few years ago as I was in the deep process of transmuting the wounds of my ancestors and learning to speak to the voices of humanities shared cellular memory and the traumas none of us, nor our foremothers and forefathers, we’re able to escape.
Its speaks to the blood that was shed over the long history of South Africa’s struggle for liberation, but it remains ever relevant today as humanity continues to fight and die for justice spanning the globe. From Kenya, to Palestine, to Congo, Sudan, to Myanmar. The world continues to bleed.
My womb is in prayer. May we transmute the frequencies the visible that permeates the veins of this earth. May we never cease to hold the light for those that remain in darkness, inside our mouring, our protest, our awakening and or trying to find the sense and the way in the rubble.
Things are changing. They are. It will not be dark forever, my friend.
I send you love.
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Fairuse. The sound used in this presentation was sourced from the The International Library of African Music (Ilam) Repatriation Project, at Rhodes University.
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