I REMEMBER

I REMEMBER

By Thobekile Mbanda

I remember a time when Africa was Eden, where Gods walked the earth

I remember the sun burnt people establishing Khemit now known as Egypt

I remember the holy place Ethiopia the father and mother of all dynasties were Gods ruled  as kings. Ababonaabakulu basekhemu, lord khemu teaching our ancestors ‘you are the light let it shine’.

I remember a time in our black story when we knew that God is in everything and everything is in God and every day was a holy day for one could not separate themselves from the light of God which shone every day

I remember how later  greed, anger, jealousy, and bloodshed turned our world upside down, honor was lost respect, truth  and love became a myth, when Eden was ripped, robbed  and rapped and her people  and their story were  destroyed, distorted and disfigured.

I remember you Yaa Asantewaa mother of the queens protector of the throne, I remember you queen Nzinga princess of worioresses,I remember you Nanny and Queen Nayavingi  mothers of the mountains defenders of the faith, I remember you Sojourner Truth  mother of Godly wisdom, I remember you Harriet Tubman  angel of courage  the Black Mosses and I remember you   Lillian Ngoyi  and Dora Taman sisters of justice.

Yes Willy lynch, J Edgar Hoover and all you oppressors, the slave has remembered your words saying “for orderly  future special attention must be paid to the black female slave  and the youngest off spring, keep the body but take  the mind, concentrate on the future generation therefore if you break the female mother  she  will break  the off spring in its early years of development and when the off spring is ready to work she will deliver  it up to you, for her normal and natural female protective tendencies  will have been lost in the original breaking and making  of  a female slave”

You beast I remember  for the mind of the female slave now moves on its own axis, I take back my mind  and my body healing my womb from all kinds of sickening rapes, restoring life back to my off springs I refuse to deliver  any more of springs  to your altars of death, like a lioness, Im ready to kill for my off spring for I remember and know that from my destiny I will run no more for the blood of Priestess Nehanda, Qelhata and Geraheni flows through my veins empress Mennen Empress Taytu Betul royal mothers of the throne and Worrioress Amina runs through my veins, like Nomkubulwane this river must run its course and beware  if your house is built on sandy land by the shore.

I remember I am the Wombniverse.