“I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood.” – Audre Lorde
Existing in South Africa as a Black womxn is a constant negotiation of fear, of weighing up probabilities of death and assault. Yet we are constantly asked to navigate our bodies through a network of oppressions in order to access freedoms. We are told to limit ourselves, to withstand sexual harassment, sexual assault, mental and physical violations in order to exist.
The death of Winnie Mandela has brought a clarity of mind I can only express in Lorde’s words when she says;
“…it is better to speak
we were never meant to survive”
I hope that in speaking I will make connections between myself and other Black womxn (cis/Queer/Trans) who are also seeking the words that will articulate our existence in this world/country.
In the tradition of Winnie Mandela and Audre Lorde I want to ask myself the questions that will transform my silence into language and action. “What are the words I do not yet have? What do I need to say” What tyrannies do I swallow day by day and attempt to make my own, until I am sick and feel that death is a better answer?”
This space is an attempt to give voice to the tyrannies I can no longer swallow nor make my own.