Thoughts twirling in my mind, questions unanswered- weird as it may be (Karabo/Answer) I am called. Bless my parents for the name.
Then we get to the second name (Nompumelelo/Successful one)... hehehe....
As I journey , in being me. Is this my break, is this the game changer? Is this the Future in birthing. Changing the rules of the game. Am I a game changer. Oh yes. I am.
Am I responding to my Purpose.. The purpose of my Quest?
As I look for answers am I succeeding in my quest. The answers lies in me. Do I journey inside, where is my balance? Do I question the Universe?
The landscape called me, I responded with my presence. I am here.
One always finds a source to quench the thirst of life. What, where, when ...wondering about how. How has really never the question, that for me was always left to the Universe, My ancestors and The Higher self.
As the echoes of my name was calling, I responded. Who called, my guides, my heart, my longing. Longing for what? Love, affirmation, confirmation... The questions are just never ending. Where does the Answer lie. In me ...
Nubian Kush, Nubian Kueen... the names I respond to. Lerato... the name I respond to.
I am finding myself in Crossroads, funny I reside in New Crossroads. Symbolism in numbers... 9 6 3 . I am finding myself in it again. I have always been drawn to addresses that carry the numbers in different combinations.
Here I am again. By the way where , who when is this going to be. As we record history in the making. As we define our presence, presence defined by limits and Possibilities.
I write what I like... do I? How deep can I go with the clicks of my tongue... my thoughts, my observations. Am I present? Searching to find my future. My presence can never be in searching, it can only be in appreciation. Appreciation of the air I breath, sound of the mountains and seas that surround me in the Landscape of Cape Town.
Did I chose, did I follow the sounds echoing in my mind, or the calling of the land, was it the calling of souls? I am here.
Where is here?
This is where life became as I knew it written in the veins of my being. In the subconscious of my mind, the bottom of my heart, my body followed as I was so wanting to share the water that quenched my thirst. Am I still of water? Am I still the barer of knowledge?
My work gives answers. As I am , will be ... Look at the footsteps behind me and shout out my name. I will answer . Let me know what I have left behind as a Legacy to my kids, my family, my people and humanity.
A chapter in the book of life, a story untold.
Until the Lions have their own Historians, Tales of hunting will always glorify the hunter...
