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Mamolefe Apr 2022
I was first born a solar system.

Living in a realm where I wheezed stars and suns. My eyes, black holes to a new universe.
It was a time where planets burst from my belly and latched onto my ******* - no longer hiding in my vortex of a womb.

The world swung around my neck heavily. Steadily, I adorned my fate gracefully...

...because I was born second a mountain.
My hips creating hills and heaps while my tears birthed oceans. I carried the crescent moon in my left eye - Venus in my right.

And often times, I’d shape shift and kneel to the ground, grabbing the soil of the earth.
Its mud, dancing under my nails and knuckles. Its dust, smouldering the creases between my palms.
Sand, caressing and matching the tones of my skin. Accenting hues from the palette of eternal life.

My mouth, birthing spirits and spells. Souls - mining from my ribs.
My womb, carrying ancestors and avatars - Coloured girls glowing in browns, blacks, purples and blues.
Their nebula personifying secrets from Zion as they break through the realm between my legs.

As I continue to carry my message in the wind; breathing life into lifelessness;
narrating stories of hope in times of hopelessness; morphing my magic across the abyss.

I was born third a Nubian.
A Maasai, I am the one they call MAKEBA.

Walking these townships streets as though diamonds lay at my feet.
Gliding on gravel from the ghetto to Greece. Leaving behind a fragrance so sweet.

Blessing the unblessed even when left distressed. Honoring the feminine power that flows within me. The roaring lioness! Smell the audacity of my celestial essence. I am the first to bleed, but last to fall – the S forever embroidered on my breast.

For I am you and you are her and we are She! MAKEBA!

Inkosazana. The melanated fruit that you seek. You stare in disbelief at these words that I conceive.

Sheba!

Ke mang a tshwara thipa ka bogaleng? Ke mang afang botho mo batho ba hlokang motho? Ngubani le mbogodo elingabambeki?

Beka!

My eyes, carrying alchemy.
My smile, a treasury. My skin, reflecting the origin of humanity.

I am, MAKEBA
A piece by Mamolefe Molefe & Reaorata Mashaba.
“Ma” meaning Mother and “Keba” meaning fortune, health and spirituality - which is of Tanzanian heritage.

In this collective project, we bring to life the artistry and alchemy of the Black Woman.

The Mothers of the Universe. The originators of man. The true, living form of God.
Mosadi o tshwara thipa ka fa bogaleng
But what happens when you're the one holding the other end of the knife
Threatening to take my life
Lessening my chances of living beyond 20 years

I am from Botswana, the country where **** has become our culture
In my country 33 women are ***** a week
Over a population we all wish could increase
I thought monsters only existed in fairy tales we see on television
And not 5 houses away from mine
I am not comfortable in my own home
I am not comfortable in my own home
  I am not comfortable in my own home
Like any other female 17 year old

And this generation thinks its okay
This generation repeatedly thinks that this is the new normal
**** has become so common

Did you know that **** humiliates a woman
A society
A nation
And even the world
**** is a dish served cold
Aren't you tired of being told the same story over and over?
Doesn't this song get old?

My heart beats for those hearts that have stopped beating
It bleeds for those that have lost their blood to the hands of a man

You say stay home, stay safe
But i am a predator of a man who is here to deprive me of my pride

You can hear my cry
Yet you still decide to turn a blind eye
#stopGBV #StopRape #RapeIsADishServedCold

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