Avuxesheni avuxeni (hello hello) If you were having coffee with me, I would tell you that I was #GuestBlogger for @Afrobloggers and they nominated me for Afrobloggers Recognition Award. This is an award to showcase African Bloggers. They believe Africa is rich with African creativity and they offer a platform to share such work.
If we were having coffee we would be celebrating Africa with Afrobloggers.
If we were having coffee, it would take a bit longer for the water to boil as the electricity is out (load-shedding) so can’t use the kettle. We would have to wait for the water to boil on the gas stove. They say a watched pot never boils so while we wait for it to boil I will tell you the little that I know about my culture.
I am Machangana or Shangaan, a tribe of the Tsonga people. The origins of these my people is steeped in controversy. People use the term Tsonga interchangeably with Shangaan and to further muddy the waters the same language XiTsonga is spoken but it means not the same thing. Before the were Shangaan people the were Tsonga people, who hailed from East Africa part of the Bantu groups of the Ronga, Tswa and Ndau who slowly migrated south of the continent, in search of greener pastures, literally, for their livestock, they were pastoral people.
The water should have boiled by now, hey if someone “invented” glass pots, you know you could see the water boil? If we were having coffee, we would be having herbal tea, in coffee mugs.
I would continue my tale of how the Tsonga, finally settled South of Africa and then along came the Mfecane (time of trouble/ forced migration) as Shaka The Zulu consolidated the Zulu Empire. Soshangane an army general “fled” north crossing the Zambezi into Rozvi territory (what is now Zimbabwe) with some of “his people” finally ending up in Mozambique.
The name Shangaan is derived from the name of Soshangane. Somewhere along all that, we came to be here.
If we were having coffee, I would ask you try the biscuits I made, well they were supposed to be scones but I think the heat was too high and I left them a little too long now they are dry and crunchy just like biscuits. You could dip them in your tea to soften them. They have little hashtag symbols on the top, my niece made that with a fork.
If you were having coffee with me, I would show you a photo of my grandfather and I. He taught me some of what I know about who I am, my totem the praise song for my people.
Uya chisa mlilo
Loki uchiona chiehixele
Chihanya hlungwani angahlinga
Aukhosi wahina u’nzilo
Hi mina Beaton
wakanga nzela ribwe.
I imagine people dancing around a huge fire as they say that.
I am not entirely sure of the spellings or what that all means I know its something about an ode to Fire (my totem) I have been using the internet to learn XiTsonga if you do know please help translate
If you were having coffee with me I would ask you about yourself, where you come from.
In the spirit of UBuntu I am because you are…
Let me nominate a few blogs for the afrobloggers recognition award:
Here are the guidelines on how this award works:
- Once you are nominated, make a post titled CELEBRATING AFRICA WITH AFROBLOGGERS.
- Your post should share a brief on Afrobloggers and the work they are doing. Also thank and link the person who nominated you.
- Celebrate Africa in the way you feel is more appropriate and in line with your blog”s overall theme.
- Nominate 5 -10 other bloggers who you feel are worthy of this award. Let them know they have been nominated by commenting on one of their posts. You can also nominate the person who nominated you.
- Ensure all of these bloggers of African heritage.
- Lastly, COPY these rules in the post and include the link to this original post