MY NAME

MY NAME

 

Agnes this Agnes that. Agnes can I have a cup of coffee please. Agnes did you take my dog for a walk. Agnes? My name is Nomqibelo Ncamisile Hadebe. Yes I said it Hadebe not Gadebe.   A name I was given by my grandmother. It carries such value yet to this lady to uMadam its trash. I end up being called uAgnes. You know sometimes the madam’s kids forget that I am being called by Agnes they end up calling me uJoyce. Joyce! From Agnes to Joyce

Imagine me yes me if I was the madam. I would give them a very sophisticated yet complicated name like uVezahlebe. Yes. I would be like Vezahlebe can I please have a cup of coffee; no I will be like ngithi ngicela umqombothi…. My life will be amazing.

But that is not the case. Apartheid when you end? When will our brothers and sisters stop working as garden boys and maids? I hear the Soweto youth screaming and shouting Amandla and they all respond ngawethu! Damit! Mandla is not with us, mandla is with madam.

 When will you end?  You know I dream for a better future, where mandla will all belong to South Africans. I DREAM. But for now I Nomgqibelo Ncamisile Hadebe will still be known as uAgnes or Joyce.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

 

 

 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                NOMSA MYTH


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