For Africans — we remember.
Our mother is the earth itself.
Our mother is the first woman.
Our mother is unbroken.

In his mind, it’s not even a debate. It’s a no-brainer.
Base > Constitution. This is what we in the Left need to understand.

✨ Can we all agree to lift this? Break the jinx, tear the hex, return the shine. These queens deserve their crowns. 🏆👑

"We honor the pain and the wounds that run deep.
May our hearts heal.
May our spirits rise above cruelty.
We shall not be dimmed by the Charlie Kirks of this world."

Incantation / Closing:

Whispered:
"Light to guide us. Strength to carry us. Love to heal us. So be it."

"We close this chapter with prayer, incantation, and the gentle flame of candles. May our hearts heal, may our spirits rise above deliberate cruelty, and may our souls find solace in remembrance and resolve."

"Every cut, every insult, every dismissal was meant to break us. But we choose differently. We guard our hearts. We rise. We honor our ancestors not by returning hate, but by transforming pain into resilience."

"The US talks about generational trauma today. But what of ours? The trauma of slavery, colonization, systemic oppression — ignored, minimized, erased. Cruelty, when celebrated in a life, tells a story we cannot forget."

For his African fan club: let that sink in.
For the rest of us: a quiet sigh

The elephant moves quietly, but all know its weight. So too does ancestry, unseen yet unbroken.

In every corner of Southern Africa, Ndlovu whispers still.