Monday, December 15, 2008

The Girl In A Gray Dress


In the scotching heat
She walks slowly
As if it to remind herself to keep moving
The sun penetrating the light worn out material she’s wearing
Sweat streaming down her face and back
She can hardly remember the last time she had a decent bath
It probably has been months ago
Looking down at her feet
Never knowing the comfort of shoes
Hard and cracked
Toenails long and brittle
Her hair looks like a jungle
Wild and unruly
Walking for miles to get to the river
To fetch water for the family
She slowly walks down the rocky path
Minding each step she takes
She stares at her image in the water
Her hair wild
Her face burnt
Looking at her gray dress
The only item of clothing she owns
Her big glittering smile
Proudly thinking how responsible she is
Fetching water for her family

END OF THE YEAR

We’ve come to the end of the year
I am meant to introspect
To look at the year gone by
What have I done?
What have I learnt?
I have come a long way
I have achieved so much
And yet celebrated so little
Looking at what I went through
How much have I learnt and have I grown?
I thank Him for giving me yet one more year
To make mistakes, to learn, to grow, to share and touch lives
Yet one more year for me to count my blessings

CELEBRATING AN ANGEL...

This is a long overdue tribute to my grandmother, Tutu Lenah Ntombizonke Tshangela. She turned 80 in April this year and I wrote this “thank you” piece on 02 Jan 2007. I have no way of thanking her for her contribution in my life, except to follow in her footsteps and serve with an open heart…

Some call her sister, mother, social worker, nurse, nurturer, Lenah and to her grandchildren we affectionately call her “Tutu”. This is my grandmother Lena Ntombizonke “Tutu” Tshangela.

A nurse by profession and a self made social worker. She has opened her heart and home to all those who have been shunned by the world…

She’s a mother of the nation to those who have come into contact with her. She has taken in, including bringing up two of her own. She has opened her door to kids from social welfare, nieces, nephews, cousins, grandchildren, neighbours, orphans, delinquents, strangers, including two of her own children, making us all feel at home and stretching a small meal to feed us all. She always says it’s not about money but just giving off your time and energy, that is the real sacrifice.

She once ran a community clinic from a container, assisting in HIV/ AIDS, condom distribution and sex education to teens and anyone who would listen. She even did home based care – caring for those who are bed ridden from HIV/ AIDS, cancers and or old age. While I was in school I accompanied her but not really understanding where her patience and passion came from? Why does she do it? She loves to serve others…

She’s an active community builder and her hobbies vary from HIV/AIDS, health, housing, elderly, orphans, human rights, reading newspapers, politics and a die hard soccer fan. If there’s anything I ever need to find out from the news and not sure who or what to ask, I ask Tutu, she has a wealth of knowledge. Talk about social intelligence. You can talk to her about anything; she is very open minded as well. She has given me the greatest gift of all, LOVE. Tutu once asked me how I will know he’s the one if I don’t try. These few words have helped me stop being afraid of loving or being hurt and take a leap of faith. She has opened up my heart to possibilities…Summing up my grandmother is impossible…

She was injured in the leg during the 1976 uprisings, yet never have I seen such tenderness, sweetness, humility and a forgiving heart such as hers. Her never say die attitude is breathtaking. Typical of grandmothers, she cooks, bakes, cleans and manages to be a mother to everyone. Nothing is impossible for her. No request too big. She gives tirelessly, willingly and gladly.

She’s taught me not to give away fish but to teach people how to fish as this will sustain them. Kids would come to her asking for money or food, in stead she would ask them to do her garden or take out the garbage and then she would in the mean time cook a lovely home made meal for them.

She is my greatest inspiration; she challenged my way of thinking. We always ask what’s in it for me. She is passionate about everything she puts her mind to. Whether be it cooking, cleaning, baking, taking care of others or reaching out to touch another’ life. She takes everything in her stride with a smile and an open giving heart. Never expects anything in return.

Tutu is a star that has not lost her spark. She’s one of the few people who are fulfilling their God given divine assignment. My grandmother has surely entertained angels in her lifetime.
I am challenged today to find my divine assignment… J

THE RIVER BATH


Today we went down to the river to bathe

The water that was drawn is saved for cooking only

We arrived at the river with so many anxieties

City sleek kids about to commit a most foul act

Bathing in the river

How I wish I was home

In a bath or a shower

So spoilt for choice

There is no time for me to contemplate

Whether to bath or not to bath

We have no bathing water only cooking purposes

I felt strange, ackward and uncomfortable at the thought…

While others took a swim rather

My body knew better that it needed a good scrub

To cleanse it from the day’s working in the fields



I took it all off

Submerged my body in the cold water

I felt strange, weird and yet very liberated

No inhibitions

I am free

All one with nature

So in tune with my body was

the water trickling down my chest and spine

Cold yet tender on my skin

Clear as chrystal

Soothing to my skin

Then I realised I was not alone...

CALMING MORNING RISE


Looking at a distant at this evaporating white coat
White layer of coat covering the earth
Like a blanket of fog
I feel the green hairs, fed by the white coat
Wet to the touch
I take a deep breath
Feel the calming air
that revitalises my soul
So fresh and crisp
From the hill top the river looks peaceful
Flowing with rhythm
In its golden rush
Richly nurturing its neighbouring plants
In the distance there are pigs and cows
Grazing from the freshly wet green hairs
I look at the time and realise
It is a beautiful morning in Mvezo Village

WHO ARE YOU TO SAY THAT…






Who are you to say that
My clothes are rags and worn out?
That walking barefooted,
Embracing the green hairs of the earth,
Might be uncomfortable for me?

Who are you to say that
The mud make up I use
Is not good for my skin?
That it is a catalyst to my aging and wrinkling skin?

Who are you to say that
My bone structure is the sign of malnutrition?
That the assets I possess are not proportionally aligned
Or due to a deficiency in my diet?

Who are you to say that
The river that fed my generations,
Is contaminated and the cause of my illnesses?

Who are you to say that
My beautiful hut is neither comfortable nor spacious?
And that the dung I use for waxing smells?

Who are you to say that
Cooking on the ground outside my hut
Is not good for my posture?

Before you criticize
Or look down on me
Or pass judgment and label me
Find out who you are first
Learn to embrace where you are

Friday, December 12, 2008

THE PAIN I PUT YOU THROUGH...

I can never understand
The huge baggage you carried
The sleepless, sweaty and heavy nights
All the changes your body went through
Your body rejecting even your favourite foods
All because of me

You kept me warm and safe
Sang me lullabies
When I stirred you would touch me
Just to let me know you are still here
I can never understand the pain I put you through

You had to endure pain for my wellbeing
Ready to hold me in your arms
To touch and kiss me for the very first time in months
Welcoming your new bundle of joy
With self sacrificing love
Vowing to be there all the days of my life