A Cry for Dignity

Umama singing lullabies. Her lilting voice allays the fear pressing tightly around us in varying degrees; dusk night dawn day Umakhulu weaving tales of Great Spirits, chiefdoms, mighty Kings; enslavement and liberation. Her magic dimmed by terror that creeps creeps creeps dragging its chains along dusty alleyways. We choke on that dust; human lust, hatred, greed. We gag on blood and tears; we are tormented by angst and trauma; plagued by broken hearts and violated bodies. Our claim is not to terror!