• ONE 

  • HOME, RIPPED FROM BENEATH

     






turning land (our home, or hope) into abstract memories. what lies behind?




but the past’s songs right in front of me.


i listen when it whispers.

















like Baraka says:

the future is always here in the past.


the future is always here in the past.





remember that, imagine that.




lefatsi - malombo (live from the Old Main Hall, Pietermaritzburg, 1984)