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.



David Maimela

April 3, 2018

I AM ZUKILE R ‘alias Zakes Khulu’ MATAKANE

It couldn’t have been otherwise for there is  none like her…. The day itself could not accommodate her majestic history…
A time of awakening, revelation and introspection.  With the passing of Mam’Winnie and having listened to many who have shared their opinions and messages of condolences has made me sooo aware of my own limited thinking and ways.
Lebo Mashile said yesterday that “we need to be committed lifelong to the work of not just recording our stories but the stories of our mothers of our grandmothers of the women who have influenced us and impacted  our lives because without that it means that our legacies are left in the hands of people who hate us literally.”
The preservation of ones history is not a matter  to be taken lightly. It has the fibre, the DNA of who you are as a person. When you recognise that, even when you’re wondering and lost you can draw from that wealth and remember who you are.
Mam’Winnie knew she was the princess of Pondoland a beautiful black Xhosa women ( Aahh Nobandla!), that was ingrained in her and was not going to be swayed from that. Her truth was not going to bow down to power.
We’ve been saying “I am Winnie”, do we fully comprehend the depth of that? I for one want to explore it.
Few can break the shackles of the master …. A handful can look the monster in the eye.. Not all would lay their lives for the life of the nation
For now I’ll say “I am of the people” of Nomzamo Winifred Madikizela Mandela.
I am also of the people of Zukile R ‘alias Zakes Khulu’ Matakane.
I’ll start with recording My personal history…✊

International Women’s Day

Day 8 – What are you afraid to ask for? What do you need to speak up about?

There’s inspiration in the air today.. We are celebrating International Women’s day.

There has been various activities and demonstrations in various places, one in particular that resonates with most women without regard to divisions, whether national, ethnic, linguistic, cultural, economic or political it is the #MeToo movement.

One of it’s co-founders describes it as: “The start of a larger conversation and a movement for radical community healing.” It is about giving people a voice, to empower women through empathy, especially young and vulnerable women.

The movement has elevated the global consciousness surrounding the obstacles women encounter in their daily lives, both personal and professional.


My Lady, seize the moment speak up.






Self Love

As we come out of the month that is widely celebrated as the month of love; the kind of love that is directed Outward, of giving and embracing others in love.

Let us take the time now and direct it Inward, refill ourselves so that we are overflowing with love that transcends any parameters of time and occasion.

Every evening this month of March, from today we will be posting thought provoking questions, statements; that will allow us to journey into a place where loving ourselves is the norm and we are comfortable with being who we are just as God intended.

Do take the time to participate even in the privacy of your personal journal, start this great revolution and make a statement that will set you apart in this generation.

My Lady, let us change the game!!!



Bursting Forth


“when he opens doors, no one will be able to close them; when he closes doors, no one will be able to open them,”


There is something in each of us that just does not let us go. Like waves, it doesn’t matter how much we try to suppress it, as it gets closer it gains momentum almost to a point of consuming us – this is the call of purpose. It is a relief to know that it is not meant to consume us but to fulfill us. Nothing gives me peace, more than knowing that I can trust God to take me to it and carry me through it. The challenge we always face in living purposeful lives is that there is always an alternative and I dare say the alternative always looks less complicated and less sacrificial BUT it always leaves us crying for more. This is why we keep trying and pushing even when it seems hopeless.


After a beautiful hot day, when the clouds gather with rain, they seem so impenetrable that if we didn’t know better, we would not believe water would soon be falling opening clear skies once again. Sometimes, the darkness, confusion, doubt or lack of progress we see in our lives is the one that will release the key we need to unlock that uncontainable rush of favour for us to walk in purpose.  If only we could see them, not for the thunder that rumbles behind them nor the lightning that strikes so shockingly, but for the torrents of water that will flow forth bringing life everywhere they go. For every gift is from the Lord and is sent purposefully to bring life to all.


Yes, when the heat is on or the clouds fill up, we sometimes doubt that He is there all the way or even yet, feel like it is taking too long; take courage and remember, we are not given a spirit of fear, but of courage, of love and a sound mind. Even at those times when we feel like we are failing and getting lost along the way, remember, He works ALL things out for the good of those who love Him and are called according to His purpose. And when our imperfections show forth their gory claws, remember, we are perfected by grace and His grace is always sufficient for our hour of need.


My Lady, take your position in prayer; get set in righteousness and remember, our God has the keys and He won’t deny you. Stay the process and be ready for your testimony! Unlock the uncontainable!


Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life” John 6: 68

Celebrating the gift of newness

Edits-95.jpgWhat a year it has been… We all could spend another day reflecting and have a multiple “If Only’s”
In just a few minutes we will have the miracle of a clean slate, yes a ‘miracle’.
It’s unfathomable how we’ve made it this far, throught it all. Now once again we can start afresh, everything has been made new.
If we think about it, this time of year is one of the very few opportunities we have to attempt genuinely to start anew.
Right after all the festivities that we were always waiting for to pass;we now can start to give way to our everyday lives. Best of all, it’s the start of a new week, we mostly say we’ll get on that diet; go to the gym; read that book when the week starts. This new chapter is perfectly positioned.
Take the time to think and pray about your the New Year..
You have the time and opportunity to position yourself for a Great Year..

My Lady, a graceful, refined & fierce New Year to you.