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
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
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