The crowd shrieked and screamed in anticipation of an offence they were unaware of, as though filled with the pain and suffering of those carried away by slave ships head bowed. The screaming penetrated my mind, breaking the stillness of the hazy afternoon sun. I close my eyes, green and blue-floating spots played on my retina. My fingers out-stretched rested on pieces of broken glass. I iSangoma hovered above to glimpse the charged particles of my body. I ceased the annunciations and swayed with his people. Connection was made. I narrated my life: “Everywhere I went, others around were angry. Anger welled up inside like a blowtorch alive and hissing with a hollow escape of ignited gas. I glowed with the anger of others. A movement of the chin was a code of discontent. A flick of the lip was a sneer of unreasoned anger, and nonconformity to peace.”I shouted. A man in the front row bit his lower lip and sucked while he stared beyond his nose - this gave an impression of a meditative state. He broke out of his reverie as he stood involuntarily as he would at a Christian revivalist meeting. “That is like me, I needed help, but I did not know where to turn. I viewed all white people that so frequented the media, films, the news, walking down the street as the enemy. I could not look at a white person in the eye. I tried different jobs but could not get a promotion or even recognition for my efforts by whites; I too was filled with hate...” The man said. I iSangoma held up my arms just like the Messiah, just as the white missionaries had done before him. Just as the holographic image of Aunt Mo’s front room, with the legend ‘Christ is the Unseen Guest at every meal the silent contributor to every conversation’. With wide open arms, he followed you with his eyes as you moved around the room and it looked as he was moving with you.

I shouted as thunder would roll. “You are the authority in your own home. Racism will end today, and Africa is liberated." I bellowed to the open air. The man sat down as though cured of a terminal illness. Harsh voices played within me that day.