LIVE! – I m KhomotsO/De-mI and I Live. if U no me, ther aint a nid 4 tis, if U dnt, we’l mit 1 tym.
They are carrying us – Khomotso Ntuli
They are carrying us
Who are these beings?
of such importance in
the creation process who are they?
Carrying perfectly balanced handmade weights
On their heads lies layered, who… are they?
These beings resembling steel in their strength
Stealing from themselves to provide, for anyone
Stale bread carried with a heavy heart
Right in the hot seat they never move an inch from their task,
and it’s only fair to ask who they are.
Balanced on their heads are the
heavy weights of justice
the very building blocks of these empires
on the same head, carrying the life giving water
to the very door of our compounds,
to the mouths of our bodies
Pangs and pans sounding with the clap of their hands
with the stomp of their feet
with the move of each finger as they signal the direction of
our lives
Given names, made lame from their given tasks
is their role acknowledged in the negation of these famines?
their feminine instinct appreciated?
She sang a song that made it clear from the sound of her voice
that these fragile heads are carrying the world
they are balancing our heads.
they lead our way into the world and
guide our path through the bush.
By: Khomotso Ntuli
Khomotso Ntuli,
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Injalo lento Mr.Ntuli, thanks man, this is real stuff
Dankie bafwethu. I appreciate the love.
I saw a lady carrying a bucket of water on her head, well we also see other mothers carrying many things like amazambane and u mgodla wa ma onion, sometimes together on one head, funny that she was walking like there was nothing on top. she also was not complaining, atleast on her face, or was the face blank, as you would see it on a man’s face when he is sitting in the back of that bakkie, going to do some construction work on a building he is not likely to set his foot in? Made me think long and hard.
They are women, lovers
Warriors of the kitchen
they are caring, affection and love
They are the hands of nurture
They’re those who will continue to point us to the bushes; even when its dark, they’ll provide no light.
They are those who will continue to lead us into the bushes, even if its dark, they will provide no light!
i am so proud of you boy……nice piece of art work…i like i like