I am the voice of the present, imbued with the carried over echoes of the past.

I am a Black voice.
The voice of the present, imbued with the carried over echoes of the past.
I am a Black voice.
The future hopping on one leg.
I’m the voice of peaceful activism gone wrong.
We are the voice of the June 1996 South African youth massacres.
I am the Black voice screaming insight of the rivulets of blood flowing on the parched ground.
Young Black lives dying.
One too many bullets,
down went Black intellectuality.


I am the Black voice of the Zimbabwean ‘pots and pans’ demonstrations.
I am the Black voice of Wangari Maathai.
A fighter for Black narratives.
I am the Black voice of Queen Njenga.
The Black voice of heroines.
I am the voice of those who in their steadfast convictions,
found freedom in chains.


The Black voice of a raced, gendered, ethnocentric, and classist past and present.
I am a Black voice.
We are the voices of Black innovativeness,
brilliance colliding with sheer determination.
I am the Black voice that does not need legitimization,
the voice that does not kowtow nor cower to intimidation.
I am a Black voice.
The voice of those who have found freedom in chains.

Writer: Silondoloziwe Dhlodhlo

Country: Zimbabwe

Age: 29years