I was born of the Bakgalaka,
a star carried from the fires of war.
I am a daughter of the battles of young men,
and bride to the Ndau.
I was chosen, entrusted
with the strength of kings and queens.
In my heart, I have always longed to see clearly.
My heart longing for vision,
my spirit asking for wisdom.
The weight of nations rests upon me.
My love shines so bright it blinds,
yet my eyes have learned
to see through the lies of this world
and my hands hold the heavy truth
I have received heavy truths,
truths that bent my shoulders low,
but I have also come to know
that not knowing is not the same as deceit.
Ignorance is not deceit,
But truth carries its own burden.
Still, the sun rises without end,
and creation brings forth rains
to cleanse and to renew.
So I stand, rooted and unshaken.
I remember
I am a descended of kings, of queens.
I do not need the illusions of the world.
The truth I carry may be heavy,
but I know it will one day
lighten the path for those
who will walk after me.
Bohlale ba Tau
