Chokehold by Langutani n'wa Vahlengwe
POETRY
Shaking hands, Unspoken words.
Maamajomboo in my voice.
Stolen.
I burn my throat raising the dead.
Tearing my liver.
The days of incapacitations.
Only bearings to be a villain.
My voice won’t speak the truth.
My voice is deformed.
When have I become like my aunt,
Whose voice remained buried?
Muted from any colloquy with my village harlot uncle.
My grandmother, shamed for breeding daughters.
My mother folded her silence alone in a coffin,
Having survived decades of being called a village witch
Shall I walk around muted, a lunatic Feminist?
Groaning,
The throat unfastens.
Langutani n'wa Vahlengwe is a multifaceted individual with expertise in PR, media relations, strategic communication, and psychological counseling. A gifted storyteller, she weaves narratives celebrating diversity and shared humanity. With a passion for advocacy, Langutani promotes sustainable use, inclusivity, and diversity. She finds solace in nature's beauty, particularly in sunsets, forests, and the sea. Her work aims to foster community and unity through the power of language.
