...qala qala ngentsomi. chos' ntsomi. kwakukho intombazana
there was a girl once. a stranger. one lonely and wet night. water playing havoc with the quiet city streets. perhaps there was even a more than a slight wind. skirting flirtishly in between the deserted spaces. whistling. unfulfilled notes rising up to meet the empty echo of the sound of uncertainty. just a girl. pullling a thembi comes to joburg. jumping. freefalling from the frying pan of her life into the fire of her dreams. the driver of the vehicle (thank you deepea). stood aside. not sure. watching. in disbelief - you mean you dont know her.
and each heartbeat much like a tap dance in the arena of fear. each step burdened with a deep trepidation towards this inviting unknown. there were no willing arms. the very texture of the memory itself is uncomfortable. there was certainly no place to call home. glancing wearily at her innumerable bags and heavy boxes. heavy. much like her own soul. the remains of the now crumpled address in her pocket. her fingers toyed nervously with the bell.
and so it is that that girl knocked on a door she had never seen. waited on by someone she didnt know. and came home to the kindest. shyest smile. a small voice said 'hi'.
it was beaker who opened the door for me that night...
beaker aka the beak aka sthefano demera aka someones child aka sthembile g aka immortal tech aka the hack aka the critic. the cynic. and the tag line says: 'i dont engage'. aka everybodys biggest fan aka my friend.
you. archer. are the dreamer of the zodiac. your natural self is the sun. and your motto is 'i see'.
you are finely traced in the fibre of my existence as the girl who felt concern for a girl you had never met in your life before. that is who you are. and you will have come to have built another person. and as we rise and fall. you teach me. humble me. correct me. guide me. laff at me. you are there. dont take me seriously. take me seriously. i learn. and i adore you. this is me reflecting you. THANK YOU.