Lest we forget

We knew that she would die, But still it hurts I cry not because she has gone, I cry because the memory of her in the people she sacrificed her life for will soon be gone We forget, On our own land just because we were black we were treated as animals Our hospitality, Our yoke Mandela was not her husband, you see, Winnie was married to the struggle Winnie was a leader Whilst Nelson crushed stones on Robben Island, she commanded Umkhonto We Sizwe We forget, But then look at the life of Chris HANI, it mightl make you remember It was Winnie’s womb that incubated the desires of her nation; Winnie’s labour denuded her of comfort and dignity but gave birth to the freedom of her people Lest we forget; LUSAKA is the City of FREEDOM Ask Winnie herself, Or perhaps OR Bar him or imprison him Dr Kenneth KAUNDA is a hero; But being one of his children, have you read the letter he wrote to you? Just out of prison, this is what Nelson MANDELA said: ‘It is my intention to go to Lusaka at the earliest possible convenience, they will tell me what ruler I should be.’ So it is that for guidance and a view of the future Nelson MANDELA looked to LUSAKA. How do you remember Winnie? The trouble with you is that you remember her as Mandela’s wife. Winnie died for Nelson MANDELA; But when free Nelson MANDELA barely gave her a glance, he treated her with disdain That is why I cry; How quickly we forget those that give birth to us But she wasn’t his wife, you see; In her own words she says ‘I was the most unmarried married woman.’ Winnie was wedded to pain. She made love to suffering, humiliation and struggle. That is how she gave birth to a new nation, what you today call the rainbow nation. Lest we forget; The abortionists are still in our midst, Pilgrim They want our freedom to be stillborn; We must cherish and nurture it lest we become it victims. Just get to a cemetery anywhere in Africa near you; There you will find Lucky DUBE in tears, morosely singing ‘Victims!’ Do you remember your past, Pilgrim? Or the ass that you are you have already forgotten? Winnie was not a woman; Winnie was a example. The one that took the spear; For you to survive You must always remember, Pilgrim; For the comfort you today have, others before had to forgo it I do not cry for Winnie; I cry for you, Pilgrim You have already forgotten your past; That is how you will not remember your future Winnie; In death; That is where you will find freedom We are all fruits of time gone; Lest we forget But when you a woman; It is only your flaws that will be remembered I cry; Because now, I have seen, apartheid is practised by blacks! Hamba kahle Nomzamo Winnie MADIKHIZELA; Us, your children, will retell your story, we will never forget You never stood behind; You were in front Mama We saw you Farewell In LUSAKA, I have been on Patrice LUMUMBA road I have been on Thabo MBEKI road But where is Winnie MANDELA road? For it is the road that, against all odds, those who give birth to freedom must travel We knew that she would die; But still it hurts PILGRIM