YOUNG BASADZI - the numbers, the rebirth and the memoirs...
I woke up this morning and it is the 11th, August 2005 and I am 26yrs old. Hallucinating, I got up a few times in the early hours and kept thanking my creator ‘for making me’, ‘for everything’, ‘for my life’...
25 was undoubtedly the best year I have had, and i guess the challenge now is that 26 has to be better - and I look forward to another great journey.
I remain hopeful that ‘I Write’ will be published, that I will have some sex before 2008/08(the expiry date on the durex box still chilling on my bedside table), and HOPEFUL that I will be here, a better person, MORE compassionate, MORE honest, MORE truthful… more of what I am right now I guess…?
These are my thoughts this morning…
'My mother bore me, 11th of August that year,
She cried big tears for a fatherless child and
A love lost in time…
Inevitably, still in her womb – she would awaken
‘khumbulile’ was the name that resounded in the still of the night,
I am my mother’s child, conceived of my father’s seed…
She never did get over the aching longing for him,
Yet seven yrs later, I would become daniel’s daughter,
a sister and a brother affirming this bond ever so tight…
My grandfather and uncles christened me ‘seipati’,
In a way summoning his seed back to my mother’s heart,
But that was not to be, the universe had a different script…
So I am my mother’s child, conceived of my father’s seed,
Born of a love that runs deeper than any I know,
I am that fine line above her distant horizons,
Endlessly cohering it blue to his cloudy skies…
I am of the sun, the moon and the stars than shine through
The generations that are, have been and will be for awhile…
My unborn child ayacha, yet to tell her own story…
So to the present, I remain my mother’s child,
Conceived of my father’s seed, daniel’s daughter,
Their sister – I am narrator in this story,
the storyteller in their history, the foreteller in her future…'
And of course, YOUNG BASADZI PROJECTS was celebrating its first birthday - THANK YOU for being a part of this dream!
25 was undoubtedly the best year I have had, and i guess the challenge now is that 26 has to be better - and I look forward to another great journey.
I remain hopeful that ‘I Write’ will be published, that I will have some sex before 2008/08(the expiry date on the durex box still chilling on my bedside table), and HOPEFUL that I will be here, a better person, MORE compassionate, MORE honest, MORE truthful… more of what I am right now I guess…?
These are my thoughts this morning…
'My mother bore me, 11th of August that year,
She cried big tears for a fatherless child and
A love lost in time…
Inevitably, still in her womb – she would awaken
‘khumbulile’ was the name that resounded in the still of the night,
I am my mother’s child, conceived of my father’s seed…
She never did get over the aching longing for him,
Yet seven yrs later, I would become daniel’s daughter,
a sister and a brother affirming this bond ever so tight…
My grandfather and uncles christened me ‘seipati’,
In a way summoning his seed back to my mother’s heart,
But that was not to be, the universe had a different script…
So I am my mother’s child, conceived of my father’s seed,
Born of a love that runs deeper than any I know,
I am that fine line above her distant horizons,
Endlessly cohering it blue to his cloudy skies…
I am of the sun, the moon and the stars than shine through
The generations that are, have been and will be for awhile…
My unborn child ayacha, yet to tell her own story…
So to the present, I remain my mother’s child,
Conceived of my father’s seed, daniel’s daughter,
Their sister – I am narrator in this story,
the storyteller in their history, the foreteller in her future…'
And of course, YOUNG BASADZI PROJECTS was celebrating its first birthday - THANK YOU for being a part of this dream!
posted by Rose Mokhosi at
9:10 AM
