I am not just a woman

I am an extraordinary woman,

I come from an extraordinary village

Called Strydkraal “A”

Associated with extraordinary powers ,

It is not just a village

It is the home of the Masha clan

Our chieftaincy powers are unlimited

I might have been abused

I might have been silent

I might have been shot

To silence me to speak out

But today, even today

I am still alive

To write my story of survival

My story it’s my own story

That no human being is limited

Irrespective of whatever trauma I survived

I am a warrior,

I am humanitarian

I am a fighter

I am an activist

I am a negress

I had washed my feet several times in Lepelle river,

The same river that washed the sweat and tears of my life trauma,

The river that quenched the thirst

For people who were almost wiped by the GBV,

Lepelle river is bubbling with greatness,

It is flowing gently downstream

With the message that “she is the one”

The song is in the air,

The chant of a warrior great,

The World knows

Knows of an extraordinary woman

Who is not just a woman,

But a great woman,

Not just a great woman

But a great daughter

With the royal blood

Running in her veins

From pinkie to the thumb

In both hands and legs

Not just a Limpopian

A great South African

But not only a great South African

A great Author of her own story

A greater African Author of all times

An extraordinary woman Author

Who is writing the history

For writing against time

Sitting on a wheelchair to break her own record

No human is limited,

Her legs are walking once again

In the form of wheels

In the fiery wheels of a wheelchair

Wheeling the streets of potholes

Wheeling the dusty streets of her village

Streets of her beloved country South Africa

Giving up is a nooooo …. nooo to her

A new world record in writing will be reached

A record against own record

When time is right,

The naysayers and the pessimists

Will loosen their tongues

And soften their stone hearts

To acclaim and to proclaim the chosen leader,

The indisputable,

The indispensable,

The unshakable,

The indomitable,

The undeniable,

The only lion among a pack of dogs,

The mystical mighty warrior from the rift,

The greatest chief hustler,

The doctor of philosophy to be

Those who feel threatened

Threatened by so great a woman,

With many hats to wear

Dare her as you wish,

Scare his loyalists,

But spare her eyes,

You will need her eyes

To see the future of literacy

When it will be dark with your greed,

Do everything in your power to humiliate her,

Do everything in your power to oppress her

Take her belongings, but spare her wheelchair

You shall need her wheelchair to wheel out

From your dungeons of indigenous tradition

From cultural thievery and misery,

Take her freedom, but spare her golden writing pen

Break all her bones, but spare her right hand

To use it to write

Take her freedom, but spare her heart

You shall need her strong heart

To nurse your broken hearts

You have laid the traps,

Some laced with poison,

You wonder where she gets the antidotes,

Your devilish punishments are aimed at her carer’s foot

You think the great warrior from the rift will break her and give up,

You think your humiliation will shut her mouth to speak about abuse

You think your humiliation will make her leave her calling to write

Calling of bringing greatness to people,

Calling to inspire the uninspired

Calling to heal the broken souls

She is a woman who knows this dangerous terrain so well,

You may starve her by taking her pen

But she know of some secret caves

Where she will get some honey,

She know of some bushes

Where she will get some wild berries,

You are hell bent to humiliate her,

You are hell bent to oppress her,

You think you will scare her to surrender,

You think your mighty roar of power will subdue her,

This mighty warrior is not scared,

Like she said,

You have had your time,

You have had your way,

You have played your game,

My time is now,

That is not a threat,

Is a promise

My time is now !!!