You were the rock that supported the struggle’s foundation
Fearless and determined you looked apartheid in the eye and it blinked
They tried to kill your spirit but you stood firm
Patriarchy judged and tormented you
People of privilege spat on your revolutionary armour
But, you Nomzamo refused to back down.
You were a warrior defined by your bravery
Twenty-seven years you kept Nelson Mandela’s name alive
You kept Nelson’s memory alive in the hearts of the people
Yet, people of privilege say Nelson defines you!
No, you Nomzamo define Nelson Mandela
Without your strong back and bravery there is no Nelson Mandela
You Nomzamo defined Nelson Mandela.
You Nomzamo were the bedrock on which the struggle rested.
You were a fearless warrior
You kept the struggle burning
You were the rock on which
The struggle was carved, nurtured and matured
And yet patriarchy wants to smother your memory
People of privilege seek to torture your memory out of our hearts
You, Nomzamo nursed the struggle.
Mother of the revolution – we call you
While patriarchy spits on your revolutionary mettle
Banished, arrested, tortured and vilified
But they failed to break your spirit
You marched on as only you Nomzamo could
You are a hero born and bred in the hearts of we your people
Rest in power Nomzamo, rock of the struggle.
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