Mamolefe

Mamolefe Jan 2024

There’s secrets we hide under this skin.
Swallowed tears and oceans. Chants and earthquakes.

Yet, the secrets I often find are in between breaths and prayer.
Alchemised in our folklore and decoded in our beads - transcended into patterned clothe - spread through our beliefs.

We are spells

carrying keys beneath these tongues that could unlock time and serenade the gates of heaven. Songs that make us meet the avatars that linger in our bones - wishing to dance their way into the days that we now breathe.

Our, history, lives in us. Heaving in the vernacular we almost forgot.

Our history, is being reborn in Shamanic spirits coloured in Indigos, browns and blues. We are Prophets and Holy Souls. Dreamers and See’ers. Amens and Ase O’s.

It finds us through our mothers’ hymns and fathers’ laughter. Hides in our grandmother’s bedtime stories. Is reborn in the waves that lick the shore.

We are the eclipse.
We are the shadow.
We, are the black hole.

Mamolefe Jun 2023

Greed, Transformed

I carry Love.

I carry Love.

I carry, a love that resuscitates my ancestors while I breath in laughter.

Where the ball inside my throat hurls fire - makes love to the sun
scares shadows
intimidates death and
offends darkworkers.

A love where God’s water breastfeeds me at the bottom of the ocean - baptising my blood and transforming my saliva into gold.

It knows me, wants me, and always,
finds me.

I carry Love.

Mamolefe Nov 2022

Mystic Power

Sometimes I feel like the human race is a reflection of the night sky.

Our street lights acting as constellations to consciousness
connecting the dots between our worlds,
colours making love at midnight.

Stream lights mimicking the rays of the sun.

Our screams personifying the echoes of meteors
and our whispers as faint as shooting stars.

#surrealism #consciousness

Nov 2022

Khoisan

Free l❤ve believers.

Love letters of a different kind,
I
read you and you read mine
maybe? we haven't
posted for quite a while,
your mind
strikes thunder
my heart mints your words
like
soulmates
even
lovebirds,
for all our fears
there
is
a
reason
winter, spring, summer, or fall
they
are
all
seasons
family blocks,
trees, not treason,
one of us two of an eye.
we are all.,
Free
l❤ve
believers.

#poets #free #love #believers

Mamolefe Nov 2022

lower case

some days, i feel like my words are too small.
that they lack exclamation marks and coloured pens.

like my pencil is too blunt or my ink too dry.
it’s as if I do not have enough secrets to tell.

i hide behind spaces. sleep inside an ellipsis. i coil like a question mark and sometimes forget to dot my i’s.

will you hear these words that whisper like thoughts?
will you feel them like braille?
can you spot them like capitals?

It’s important to hide in our shadows. It gives us time familiarise and then defy our demons.

Mamolefe Oct 2022

Rust

I often find myself chasing gold these days.

Whether it is burning my fingers raw as I dig under sand
or by starring zealously at the sun.

Yellow and Orange have turned into my favourite colours of joy and pain. It’s tones hiding secrets I wish to understand behind my own skin.

They are forcing me to fast through bananas and naartjies; discipline myself with lemons and butternut.

#sun #yellow #orange #journey #selfdiscover #reflection

Mamolefe Apr 2022

Greed, Repurposed

I want my love back.

I want my ghosts to possess my lungs - resuscitate my ancestors while I breath in laughter.

For the ball inside my throat to hurl fire - to make love to the sun
scare shadows
intimidate death and
offend darkworkers.

A love where God’s water breastfeeds me at the bottom of the ocean - baptising my blood and transforming my saliva into gold.

Love me. Want me. Find me.

Give, it, back.