By Tiro Makhudu
Last night I dreamt my salvation lived in a bottle. Not the bottle that houses ships, ships that brought death and chains. Ships that suffocated the light that burned fiercely in my soul and was called freedom. Ships that trampled the winds I once knew as the essence of Azania…a humanity of origin and not religion. Not those ships.
It was only last night I dreamt my salvation lived in a bottle. Not the bottle that carries the poison my oppressor medicates me with and calls my will.
Last night I dreamt my salvation lived in a bottle of spirits. Spirits of old, spirits of monamotapa, spirits of Mapungubjwe, of Diphala tseditona and the souls that breathe air into my aspirations.
Last night I dreamt my salvation lived in a bottle of the spirits of my ancestors and I bled as their cries cracked at my brow and my ears could no longer handle the drum of their truth as they told me I was no longer African and had no place among them. They tore and shredded at my decorative ears but spared a trance and a prayer for my lost soul.
Last night I dreamt I drank from a bottle of the spirits of my ancestors and only death can dull the awakening of their essence.
Last night I dreamt I would never need to be awoken to myself until uhuru
Last night I dreamt I was Africa. The raining winds and and blowing rains that makes sense of the world on its own terms and swims upstream in the sands of life.
Last night I dreamt I was love
By Tiro Makhudu
Tiro Makhudu is an aspiring writer who has written for several local television productions and a voice screaming the narrative that needs to be heard with no one willing it to tell it. With an unapologetic, no nonsense approach, Tiro holds no punches and purports to wake the spirit of his fellow man with the belief that that woke spirit will translate into a sharp and pro-African weapon of a mind that will deliver the African from his mind, body and soul penitentiary. An Africanist through and through and all round social commentator, Tiroseeks to plant his tiny seedlings in the landscape of the discourse that will one day give rise to the brightest Africa that the winds of change and hands of time will allow
