If we all got to choose what we do for a living. Like.. what you get paid to do. What you dedicate the majority of your time and efforts to. I think i would spend my days as an appreciator. Like a proper groupie of nice things. (I am not sure why but this word, “groupie”, it seems to make people uncomfortable. Almost as though its demeaning to the person acting “like a groupie”)
Anyway,thats what i would do. Id fly/drive/sail/walk/cycle and swim to interesting places and then write about them. Meet different people,eat different things,skuif stories by as many fire places as i could and then sit down and reflect with you. ..
Im like that. I like nice things and i like skuifing (sharing) and im also a believer in the power of “nice things” so im vocal about them! SKUIF!!!! LOL
Ok anyway I wanted to take the opportunity to introduce you to an amazing artist who happens to be a very good friend of mine. Ruramai “Rudo” Musekiwa. The hands and eyes responsible for both LoveGlori and Nomagungqu logos and the heart smile behind Niks Mapha.
the day we met
Ruramai and i met in 2009. We were facebook friends who decided to do tea( with a mutual fb friend) lol. Anyway,almost 4 years later our friendship has grown and strengthened through chill, conversation & chow(breaking bread together on any level is good for a relationship)
One of our most recent conversation off-ramps was the lesson of sisterhood and it inspired us both to write and reflect. Ive added both pieces for your reading pleasure but before that id like to share a little about Niks Mapha
“Niks Mapha” is a township slang phrase, loosely translated as “you cannot have this”.
It has been widely used amongst township children around the country
By Ruramai Musekiwa & Nozuko Mapoma
as a playfully protective statement to fend off other kids from sweet treats
The “Niks Mapha” campaign is a campaign founded by Ruramai Musekiwa
that makes use of this phrase in a different context:
Encouraging young people to take an introspective journey and examine
what is of value to them. The question posed by this campaign is:
“What wouldn’t you give away?”
You’ll be hearing a lot more about Niks Mapha soon.
Now for that reflection….
me’s and you’s scattered in time…
i loosen my grip on curious notions that conceal a wounded heart,
a heart that never knew how to love..
a part of me had been saying goodbye since the day we said hello,
bus-stop, mickey-mouse T… a sunny kind of energy…
converse prints on rugged pathways.
today I found a love in surrender, release.
a love unscathed by passion’s flames.
the twilight of a day that I stored in my mind is here,
the sun never set on that day until tomorrow beckoned…
i must have lied when I said those words,
for true love would die…
Let me love differently, sister…
as all else subsides, giving way to a love unknown to
fragile, fickle hearts.
The journey to love is for the courageous heart,
Venturing in and out of the blackness,
Fiercely dismissing fear’s ramblings…
What if you were my sister?
What if we sat and sang together..
Prayed together and raised our children to be Kings and Queens.
What if we stood in a line
Sister what if we ploughed our way forward together,
through life’s soil instead of as we are now,
Fresh and furtile ground to playful fingers, “Just chatting”.
Perfect hands “ just tickling”.
Peripatetic arms “Just hugging.”
And passionate toungues, weaving a different version of the story that ends without you or i ever realising we ‘ve been fooled.
I think we’ve been caught up in our flesh and the foggy illusions of forever. Fleeting favours.
Our desperate voices saying, “there aren that many *good men around,take what you can get,he doesn love her anymore anyway”
What if,when your confidence was low and your spirit deflated,i would be there to remind you of your elegance and suave feist.
Tell me,would you mind too much if we took turns leaning on each other?
We could trade.
I will be your mirror
I would see your majesty in my own reflection
We could enjoy the high together and in my lows you would lift me
Because id skuifed you all my nice things 🙂
What if you were my Sister?
Sista what if we just learnt how to accept each other (as different as we all are) as norms in the universe.
Like stars, each with its own spot in the sky but a universe smiling when they shine together.
What if you were my sister?