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Malika Lueen Ndlovu is a Durban-born performer-word-weaver-story-lover, mother of four children and several multi-media productions. Her words and visions have flown far from the nest, making their appearances on pages and stages in Austria, USA, UK, Holland, Ireland, Germany and the Philippines. She is constantly nourished by collaboration with other artists and motivated by her personal mantra ‘healing through creativity.‘

Evolution 2012 – Day 22

Twin adhaans interlace across a crisp misty Cape Town dawn
Dreams rapidly returning as I wake, shaken to my core
Pieces of shattering imagery fall into rational place
Making sense of what I saw, will take more time, stillness
A mother stabbed in the back and left for dead by her son
A crying baby abandoned, sitting fingers-in-mouth bewildered
Amidst apartheid-style herding of a rowdy crowd of women
None of them stopping to lift this child from the dirt, see if it was hurt
A few cackling onlookers sing a song to the policemen wielding batons
‘Look into the eyes of that little one, you cannot deny it is your son!’
Such night travelling and mystery weaving is familiar tapestry in my life
Sometimes revelation, long0awaited guidance or prayed-for relief
Other times magical prophecy, eruptions evicting me from stagnation
The comfort of contentment, procrastination of bold steps toward my destiny
So I ultimately see this upheaval as a tide of gifts I simply struggle to receive

2012 Evolution – Day 21

walk with me

lets synchronise our steps

our breath

feel the invisible tentacles

of our bodies reach

across the divide

silently entwine

even as we appear

to move side by side

walk with me

lets release the urge

to pack this togetherness

into words

all of me is here

high on these moments

this presence

the music vibrating

in this, our silence

2012 Evolution – Day 20

windswept kisses

warm chest headrest

water skin glistening

moonlit magnificence

desire quivering

night blanket cocooning

bare soles touching

dream and memory

surfacing, merging, melting

daylight parting

palms farewelling

shining eyes skirting

finally backs turning

heart shutters closing

for now

2012 Evolution – Day 19

At the periphery of skin and unbridled imagining

Strings constantly pulling me from presence

Toward hidden desire, further knowing

No exclusive settling in the here, the now

Keeps me from this yearning for that, there, more

Un-navigated shores call, singing my secret name

Unshackling the parts of me that have been tamed

Muted by duty, domesticity, appropriate conditioning

Incessantly distracted by self-generated internal traffic

One sudden morning I may kick through the window pane

Explode the glass sheet overhead, not by physical breaking

But the simple act of truly awakening, as I have done before

The shattering will be music, perhaps only to my ears

Not even the rain of my unspoken fears will hinder me

Many will say I have gone blind, as they have done before

And I will smile, understanding that they have lost sight

Of an open, beckoning door which I cannot ignore or refuse anymore

Quietly certain of my return, even if in a seemingly alien form, a different woman

2012 Evolution – Day 18

mothertongue silenced, hidden or far flung

its musicality, crucial histories, lost poetry

dusty bibles recording deaths births

umbilical connection to specific piece of earth

travelling, morphing, uncovering fragments of self

as the distance from and definition of home grows

propelling soul into new soil, spirit to new planes

learning in leaving, the severing and love in the return

2012 Evolution – Day 17

To the girl locked behind the door of self-doubt
the one downscaling her inner voice, her intuitive dreams
depriving herself of sunlight, sea air, the company of trees
constantly yearning for more quiet, solitude, replenishing sleep
I whisper : awaken my sister, listen, come out

To the woman holding onto to the pain of her past
the one paralysed by the rawness of fresh mourning
reinforcing her patterns of blame, brewing righteous bitterness
burdened, imprisoned by her own fear, unforgiveness, regret
I whisper : awaken my sister, let go, walk away

To the goddess within all women, waiting to be recognised, embraced
the one who will not show her face or need to shout out her name
resting in the knowledge that it is a courageous journey to this meet mirror

anticipating the return of all daughters, sisters, mothers who’ve lost their way

I whisper: I am afraid, I am here, I am home

Spontanei-Tree

Trees

Poetree

Complexi-trees

Centena-trees

Liber-trees

Sexuali-trees

Sensuali-tree

Possibili-trees

Communi-trees

Humani-tree

Galax-trees

Mys-trees

Synchronici-trees

Divini-tree

Simplici-tree

Infini-tree

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