guided and still guides our minds to the secrets she holds
for our intended longevity but
things have changed. Humanity has faded. I cry because the
trees are dying. I weep
because the earth is burning. I sigh because the sky is
falling. I pray for us for them...
I, Zola – I am blessed to be a custodian of my people’s
cultural wisdom. I am chosen
and destined to share our traditions and customs to new
generations. I am Zulu. I am
cosmos. I am the weather. I am rain. I am dew. I am
mediator. My name is Zola.
Praise Song for Zola – Keeper of the sacred umbilical
forests, of our emergence
onto the plains, along the banks of timeless rivers – You
carry the jewel of our story
in your flowing tears, the spiritual immersion in the
headwaters of our song –
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