La Nkosi Writes

Your grounding begins with remembering who you are, because in remembering yourself, you remember whose blood flows through your veins. You remember the people who came before you, the prayers that carried your lineage, and the sacrifices that ensured you would stand where you are today. You are not descended from people who surrendered at the first sign of hardship. You come from men and women…

Today, I celebrate not only the man who raised me, but the man whose presence helped shape the person I am becoming.Thank you for your sacrifices, your guidance, your quiet strength, and the love you have given in the ways you knew best. Some lessons were spoken, others were simply lived, but all have become part of the foundation upon which I stand.As I walk my own journey, I carry pieces of…

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 meant to be shared. I do not move from cowardice, nor do I respond with cruelty. But I have learned…

You take take to the ground during elections, You ask us about our problems and we tell you,Not because we believe in you but because it has become a…The Ghosts of The Elections

The demise of the ANC is not as far as these arrogant ones think, it is in fact nearing. Their current crop of leaders’ failure to ensure basic …Matamela did not lie when he spoke of this new dawn,it has dawned on us that these so called leaders aren’t for us and they will never be.

I could never be made to feel small by someone who does not know the fullness of who I am. Referring to me as ‘that sangoma’ or ‘that nyanga’ is not the insult you imagine it to be. Titles rooted in calling, service, and healing do not lose their worth because of your misunderstanding. Perhaps spend less energy trying to provoke reactions from others and more time tending to whatever within you…

She fell for him the very first time their paths crossed, as though her spirit had recognized a familiar tide in his eyes. It wasn’t loud, nor quick to be pointed out by an audience… she simply pulled him toward her in a silence that mirrors how the moon calls the ocean home. And somehow, the universe listened. It bent softly, almost tenderly, guiding their paths back into alignment, not once…