---Give your Roses so that your garden is
furnished with love and nothing else. Bless the Angels that glow along your
path and they shall forever shine their light in your heart---
It was my promise to self that I would not bless
this blog space with any new entries during my exam period but something moved
me, any writer will relate to that mystical feeling that clothes you whole and
forces one to slide pen on pad, or in my case, fingers on keyboard.
This post will be as short is it can be because
this post is nothing like previous posts. This here is my bouquet of Roses, it
is me paying respect to an earth child whose presence in my life has greatly and positively impacted me. This is for an African Princess whom every word she's ever
uttered I have stolen and tucked away between the ribs in my soul, these joined syllables and vowels
are dedicated to a leader of our generation whose heart is sequined with carats
of love and laughter. This is a tribute to a young revolutionary who deserves her roses
fresh from my garden of admiration. This is the only accolade that I am blessed
with the ability to create and so this shall be my token to you, child of
Afrika.
Nomonde Remoratile Ndwalaza is tiny but tough. This
young warrior princess blessed me with her presence early in 2012 when the
universe cast our paths across one another. At first glance, this was a no
nonsense kinda chick, hers was the face of one who has just collided head to head with
the sun, hers was the tongue that bit so sharply and hers was an opinion that stuck, regardless of whether you liked it or not. If
only first impressions really did have a lasting effect then this blog entry
would have never seen the light of day. In all honesty Nomonde was hella intimidating;
this tiny creature had the presence of an elephant in a room, large enough to send
someone who is possibly twice her size to a distant corner.
Alright, lets fast-forward to the praise part, lets
get to the scene in which I looked forward to being in the company of this Afrikan
goddess, lets talk about the times when her opinions drew me into deep thought
and deliberation of the state of Afrika and all things pertaining to its
development. These were now the times when we shared Jay-Z tracks and sang
Erykah Badu in computer labs; we now laughed and joked together all the while agenda
"Afrikan Progression" was never too far from the midst of our
conversations. These were times when I decided to unfold my insecurities and
wrap myself in the warmth and brilliance of this bright star.
It is only when we open our hearts, our minds
and our mouths to those we admire that we give away a piece of who we really
are to them. It is only when we understand the true value embedded in the
theories based on turning the pages of the books we shelve as friends that we
then really learn to stop the reading of covers. It is when we pluck the roses
from our gardens and willingly carry them into to the hearts of those who touch
our lives in ways we can never really express but only ever attempt to do so
through craft that our hearts are lifted and we are left feeling lighter and
brighter.
It is because of this friendship found that my
consciousness flows deeper than it did just last month. It is from scraping at
the mind of this Phumzile-Mlambo Ngcuka of our generation that I slowly quench my
intellectual thirst, it was when I sat with this spirit that soars like an
eagle that the one truth she abides by rang true to me and it is that
"people are nice, when you finally see them”.
It is this urgent tribute to this Xena, the African
Warrior Princess that has me taking a break from this essay due for submission
tomorrow at noon to come and furiously toss my seeds of love and appreciation
into her garden, which is already overflowing with praise and awards. Nomz, I
hope you have room for one more accolade in your cabinet....here, I honor you
for the individual that you are, the open heart you wear so selflessly on your
sleeve and for the wisdom you so wittingly serve on the platters of knowledge
you possess.
Daughter of Afrikan Soils and Skies, I salute
you....<3
Until next post,
Africa Rising, Peace & Revolution...
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