Paula Otukile, your poetry is a fascinating exhibition of African ubuntu, the real African cultural/traditional rites as embraced in the ancient Africa by our elders of the past. Some elders of this-day continue to hold on to such rituals but the practices are now half-baked/have been corrupted by decadence of modernity. Your poetry speaks in sacred African tongues / sweet ancient languages of our motherland. This set of verses is a honeycomb dripping with the cultural -sweetness of our birthland. Africa is a rich pot frothing with secrets, rites/ rituals, values/beliefs that are a signature in each and every facet of our social/moral/cultural life usually at birth/marriage /harvesting /rain season/ death /and after death. Ceremonies are done with song and dance as of with gods /ancestors of our past those believed to be floating on sheets of oxygen we breathe or sleeping underneath granite rocks of home, maybe living under the red/black soil we step on every day- the mystery of beliefs. Usually traditional beer is brewed, enchantments and supplications to African gods become the essence of the land. Otukile, your verses are inscriptions of my real identity inscribed on my heart-cave and of others cognisant of our African decency, we are descendants of great mediums and great rain gods/goddesses. Their values remain our birth right and are marrow of African-cultural-moral DNA-mbizo chirasha
PAN- WRITERS CARAVAN 