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I remember

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I remember a time when Africa was Eden, where Gods walked the earth
I remember the sun burnt people establishing Khemit now known as Egypt
I remember the holy place Ethiopia the father and mother of all dynasties were Gods ruled as kings. Ababonaabakulu basekhemu, lord khemu teaching our ancestors ‘you are the light let it shine’.
I remember a time in our black story when we knew that God is in everything and everything is in God and every day was a holy day for one could not separate themselves from the light of God which shone every day
I remember how later greed, anger, jealousy, and bloodshed turned our world upside down, honor was lost respect, truth and love became a myth, when Eden was ripped, robbed and rapped and her people and their story were destroyed, distorted and disfigured.
I remember you Yaa Asantewaa mother of the queens protector of the throne, I remember you queen Nzinga princess of worioresses,I remember you Nanny and Queen Nayavingi mothers of the mountains defenders of the faith, I remember you Sojourner Truth mother of Godly wisdom, I remember you Harriet Tubman angel of courage the Black Mosses and I remember you Lillian Ngoyi and Dora Taman sisters of justice.
Yes Willy lynch, J Edgar Hoover and all you oppressors, the slave has remembered your words saying “for orderly future special attention must be paid to the black female slave and the youngest off spring, keep the body but take the mind, concentrate on the future generation therefore if you break the female mother she will break the off spring in its early years of development and when the off spring is ready to work she will deliver it up to you, for her normal and natural female protective tendencies will have been lost in the original breaking and making of a female slave”
You beast I remember for the mind of the female slave now moves on its own axis, I take back my mind and my body healing my womb from all kinds of sickening rapes, restoring life back to my off springs I refuse to deliver any more of springs to your altars of death, like a lioness, Im ready to kill for my off spring for I remember and know that from my destiny I will run no more for the blood of Priestess Nehanda, Qelhata and Geraheni flows through my veins empress Mennen Empress Taytu Betul royal mothers of the throne and Worrioress Amina runs through my veins, like Nomkubulwane this river must run its course and beware if your house is built on sandy land by the shore.
I remember I am the Wombniverse

Thobekile Mbanda

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Masi buyle ekhaya

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Africa I have traveled your barren borders
Bearing your barren fruits, yet it is a burden on my pride and shoulders
What makes a man I ask?
Is it your dignity?
Your pride
Or is it your soul
Only you Most High can look into the mirror that asks
Who are you?
I gracefully answer
I am the woman I am the daughter
I am the soul of Africa, I’m all that you see and I’m all that you seek
Africana ngi ku hambile ngehla nge newka izinto angizibonayo
Zihlahlamelisa umzimba
Ingane xakho ziyahlukunyeza
Ingane zakho ziyahlukumezana
Ngi thanda ukuzi thandabuza kanti yini into edala umuntu
Ngabe ukuzuqenya,ngabe isidima,noma umphefumulo wakho
Nguwe kuphela Somandla owaziyo
Ngoba nangithi ngiya sondela kulesis buko sokuphila siyangi buza
Wena ubani?
Ngi vesane ngi momotheke ngi phendule mina ngiy ntombi
Mina ngiy ntokhazi nomdade ngi nguye lo engi nguye ngi nguye umphefumulo ka africana

Translation
Africa, I have travelled you up and down.
The things I see make my body shudder
Your children are abused
Your children abuse each other
I find myself asking what makes a man(as in humanity)
Is it pride, dignity or a soul?
Is it pride, dignity or a soul?
Lord, Only you know.
Cause, when I look at the mirror of life
It asks me who am I
I just smile and tell it I am woman
I am woman. Sister. I am who I am.
I am the soul of Africana

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Biography

Thobekile Mbanda is a young gifted woman from Inchanga Kwa Zulu Natal now residing in Cape Town. She is a spoken word artist and community activist. Her work portrays her deep rooted passion for the well being of her people, promoting self-love, self-respect, identity and self-sustainment.

Her guitar inspires her lyrics and flow and is her companion. She holds high respect for poetry for she sees it as a catalyst of reaching the consciousness of the people who dare listen and considers herself as the voice of the beginning Thobekile wase Embo. She sees her work as a sacrifice of love for peace, unity, honesty and freedom for all.

Thobekile Mbanda

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Biography

Thobekile Mbanda is a young gifted woman from Inchanga Kwa Zulu Natal now residing in Cape Town. She is a spoken word artist and community activist. Her work portrays her deep rooted passion for the well being of her people, promoting self-love, self-respect, identity and self-sustainment.

Her guitar inspires her lyrics and flow and is her companion. She holds high respect for poetry for she sees it as a catalyst of reaching the consciousness of the people who dare listen and considers herself as the voice of the beginning Thobekile wase Embo. She sees her work as a sacrifice of love for peace, unity, honesty and freedom for all.

I remember

Enlarge poem

I remember a time when Africa was Eden, where Gods walked the earth
I remember the sun burnt people establishing Khemit now known as Egypt
I remember the holy place Ethiopia the father and mother of all dynasties were Gods ruled as kings. Ababonaabakulu basekhemu, lord khemu teaching our ancestors ‘you are the light let it shine’.
I remember a time in our black story when we knew that God is in everything and everything is in God and every day was a holy day for one could not separate themselves from the light of God which shone every day
I remember how later greed, anger, jealousy, and bloodshed turned our world upside down, honor was lost respect, truth and love became a myth, when Eden was ripped, robbed and rapped and her people and their story were destroyed, distorted and disfigured.
I remember you Yaa Asantewaa mother of the queens protector of the throne, I remember you queen Nzinga princess of worioresses,I remember you Nanny and Queen Nayavingi mothers of the mountains defenders of the faith, I remember you Sojourner Truth mother of Godly wisdom, I remember you Harriet Tubman angel of courage the Black Mosses and I remember you Lillian Ngoyi and Dora Taman sisters of justice.
Yes Willy lynch, J Edgar Hoover and all you oppressors, the slave has remembered your words saying “for orderly future special attention must be paid to the black female slave and the youngest off spring, keep the body but take the mind, concentrate on the future generation therefore if you break the female mother she will break the off spring in its early years of development and when the off spring is ready to work she will deliver it up to you, for her normal and natural female protective tendencies will have been lost in the original breaking and making of a female slave”
You beast I remember for the mind of the female slave now moves on its own axis, I take back my mind and my body healing my womb from all kinds of sickening rapes, restoring life back to my off springs I refuse to deliver any more of springs to your altars of death, like a lioness, Im ready to kill for my off spring for I remember and know that from my destiny I will run no more for the blood of Priestess Nehanda, Qelhata and Geraheni flows through my veins empress Mennen Empress Taytu Betul royal mothers of the throne and Worrioress Amina runs through my veins, like Nomkubulwane this river must run its course and beware if your house is built on sandy land by the shore.
I remember I am the Wombniverse

Featured Poem:

Masi buyle ekhaya

Enlarge poem

Africa I have traveled your barren borders
Bearing your barren fruits, yet it is a burden on my pride and shoulders
What makes a man I ask?
Is it your dignity?
Your pride
Or is it your soul
Only you Most High can look into the mirror that asks
Who are you?
I gracefully answer
I am the woman I am the daughter
I am the soul of Africa, I’m all that you see and I’m all that you seek
Africana ngi ku hambile ngehla nge newka izinto angizibonayo
Zihlahlamelisa umzimba
Ingane xakho ziyahlukunyeza
Ingane zakho ziyahlukumezana
Ngi thanda ukuzi thandabuza kanti yini into edala umuntu
Ngabe ukuzuqenya,ngabe isidima,noma umphefumulo wakho
Nguwe kuphela Somandla owaziyo
Ngoba nangithi ngiya sondela kulesis buko sokuphila siyangi buza
Wena ubani?
Ngi vesane ngi momotheke ngi phendule mina ngiy ntombi
Mina ngiy ntokhazi nomdade ngi nguye lo engi nguye ngi nguye umphefumulo ka africana

Translation
Africa, I have travelled you up and down.
The things I see make my body shudder
Your children are abused
Your children abuse each other
I find myself asking what makes a man(as in humanity)
Is it pride, dignity or a soul?
Is it pride, dignity or a soul?
Lord, Only you know.
Cause, when I look at the mirror of life
It asks me who am I
I just smile and tell it I am woman
I am woman. Sister. I am who I am.
I am the soul of Africana

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  • Pride (2)
  • Optimism (1)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (1)
  • Reflection (0)
  • Captivation (0)
  • Peace (1)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (2)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (2)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

I remember

Enlarge poem

I remember a time when Africa was Eden, where Gods walked the earth
I remember the sun burnt people establishing Khemit now known as Egypt
I remember the holy place Ethiopia the father and mother of all dynasties were Gods ruled as kings. Ababonaabakulu basekhemu, lord khemu teaching our ancestors ‘you are the light let it shine’.
I remember a time in our black story when we knew that God is in everything and everything is in God and every day was a holy day for one could not separate themselves from the light of God which shone every day
I remember how later greed, anger, jealousy, and bloodshed turned our world upside down, honor was lost respect, truth and love became a myth, when Eden was ripped, robbed and rapped and her people and their story were destroyed, distorted and disfigured.
I remember you Yaa Asantewaa mother of the queens protector of the throne, I remember you queen Nzinga princess of worioresses,I remember you Nanny and Queen Nayavingi mothers of the mountains defenders of the faith, I remember you Sojourner Truth mother of Godly wisdom, I remember you Harriet Tubman angel of courage the Black Mosses and I remember you Lillian Ngoyi and Dora Taman sisters of justice.
Yes Willy lynch, J Edgar Hoover and all you oppressors, the slave has remembered your words saying “for orderly future special attention must be paid to the black female slave and the youngest off spring, keep the body but take the mind, concentrate on the future generation therefore if you break the female mother she will break the off spring in its early years of development and when the off spring is ready to work she will deliver it up to you, for her normal and natural female protective tendencies will have been lost in the original breaking and making of a female slave”
You beast I remember for the mind of the female slave now moves on its own axis, I take back my mind and my body healing my womb from all kinds of sickening rapes, restoring life back to my off springs I refuse to deliver any more of springs to your altars of death, like a lioness, Im ready to kill for my off spring for I remember and know that from my destiny I will run no more for the blood of Priestess Nehanda, Qelhata and Geraheni flows through my veins empress Mennen Empress Taytu Betul royal mothers of the throne and Worrioress Amina runs through my veins, like Nomkubulwane this river must run its course and beware if your house is built on sandy land by the shore.
I remember I am the Wombniverse

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