What did you have to sacrifice?
What is sacrifice?
What must I sacrifice, to honour this life, this journey?
You know, it seems hard now, impossible to reverse what is happening,
but then I pause and remember,
remember that you are proof that extinction can be overcome.
What was it like? To have to hide in the mountains? To practice, to pray, to dance?
To pretend for the colonialists, that they won their war?
Their illusionary spells,
Kikoyo,
I’m trying to be strong,
to listen, to retain, to maintain…
I used to feel like I was failing,
but you still have not failed me.
Thank you,
for your continued guidance,
your continued protection,
your love,
your whispers
your memory that is more real than the colonial illusion.