I received your news, but
I did not cry!
But not today
When we see you, I won’t cry
I’ll remember you like your mothers footsteps
Home is far
Heaven is closer
Rejoice for my sake, peaceful my heart
To write waste, my eyes look at your bitterly basic elements of instruments
When I underline the long raod ahead of us
We born same date
Enjoy your fruitful everlasting
by Nompumelelo (Dikela; NoNi; Ntswayibane) Mamqwathi
About the author
My Name is Nompumelelo (Dikela; NoNi; Ntswayibane) Mamqwathi.
I formed Rakabe Founder of Black Soul of Art Creations and Curator of Women’s Journey Annual Exhibition.
The exhibition is about women and their art, embracing womanhood in art. The intention for the initiative is to document the art movements of today’s contemporary modern styles and techniques. Our main focus group is female – lesbian artists.
The previous exhibition spoke to contemporary academic history of women artists in South Africa, and promoted a learning curve, which hopefully led to new female master artists, and new value and admiration for art by women.
Brief about my life, I never knew my parents and I have one brother (Tshepiso) and one adopted sister (Christie van Zyl), but am stronger than normality. Look out for my biography /documentary-Life Without A Fullstop.
Currently, I am studying visual art- Art History at UNISA, taking photography as a healing process, video art and writing. I’m documenting artists and their movements. To expose and also showcase the challenges, successes faced by artists with the role of ‘the arts’ in our society today.
My research is about Women who are killed and their bodies are being decomposed bitterly (Human Traffic). I use my body as a subject matter. In the images attached I dig my own grave, and died for all women that are killed-to be killed. The project is ongoing series/ work in progress. There will be an additional short video to back up the project.
In a resisting piece I wrote about Decomposing Bitterness
Hope my work conveys the bitterness within sharp tools men use to kill, hurt, destroy and rip souls!
Am A Slave of Artsholes