Yimbokodo Leyo -the stares of Mama

…And in time, her life’s story will tell a tale.

Of the million gallant stars

That lit up the winter of cold Apartheid’s darkest nights.

Any day her eyes dared to stare the sun

With valour as she defied heat of the sun.

Rays dropped tears

They darted down the gorgeous and gorges of her African cheeks

Like many peaceful streams of rivers

Full of life they reached the ground

Not to disappear in sand

But to water the tree of freedom.

Yes, to fire up the youth and the oppressed

The darkest winter cold of Apartheid never saw it coming

It was frozen in time.

The foolishness of the designs of the system and misdeeds laid bare.

Yimbokodo ke leyo.

 

…and in time, her story will tail a tale.

Of the million stars of stares of women long before 1956.

That dared the patriarchy that condemned them into invisibility.

The irony of a system that sees the visible in order to blind.

Throughout time, the unseen and unsung heroines stared the future with vision.

In sight, was the dream of an African child still and born. Born to be free.

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…And in time the tale will tell a tale.

Of one who cast a shadow over the African sun

To project a rebirth

Humming dreams of freedom.

 

In her tales of times

The repugnant regime of racism and oppression could only arrest her toes.

Her presence loomed larger

Larger than banning orders, solitary confinement and exploitation.

 

She tortured the system.

Terrified and it finally fell

And from it’s womb a new dawn emerged

To stare at the daring future.

 

…And in times of freedom

Trying times of transition

She could wither the storms of vilification and isolation still.

She could stand between school and taxi violence in the dusty streets.

 

She tailed on the tales of daring young women and the latter day hashtag movements.

Still casting a shadow of love, valour and Winnningfred!

 

All the while the tale was telling a story.

It was a story of love

Wrapped in match sticks, gem stones and petrol bombs.

All the while, she told a story that said: peace be still.

 

It was umzamo.

It is still umzamo.

It will forever be umzamo.

It will always be Nomzamo.

 

A tale of a darer

A tailor of vision

A tower of wisdom

Never a deserter

Even in her still shadow

That overcasts the feeble dark cloud

We remain defiant and undefeated.

 

…And in time, the tale of her life will be told.

It will be daring.

It will be staring at the sun any day.

 

With valour daring the tears of the sun.

Ray tears down the gorgeous and gorges of her African cheeks.

To the sand they grounded

Not to disappear in the San’s sand.

The foolishness of the system

Misdeeds laid bare!

 

That time is now.

That tale is timeless.

 

Yimbokodo ke leyo.

Ungayilokothi…

 

David Maimela

April 3, 2018

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