Memoirs of my heritage

Hi mina Beaton
Wa Gilbert
Wa Tsamwisi
Wa Muzamani
Wa Ndalega
wa Ngwena
Wa Matsena
Wa Bhangwani
weka xinyori xahomba
Wakanga nzela ribwe
….. and growing up my grandad (bless his soul) did make us recite the names of our ancestors and our heritage of fire, as far back as was known….
So that we would always remember, and still do…
The Origins, technically our culture ain’t from around here hence the strange totem and stuff some guy just kinda made it up cause they was asked by local folk “hey whats your mutupo” and they be like “whats that“…
“Well its like your spirit animal and you can’t eat it…
So next guy was like “Love to eat strange strange things I got a strange problem hmmm
I know, FIRE that’s our mutupo…”

and these guys were all warrior like, we are the lost descendants of Shaka The Zulu after all,  noone was willing to challenge the choice and so it stayed and fire it was…
So it was written, so it was.
And ama tell my kids that story… Or blog it

Or WRITE A  BOOK

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