Credo Mutwa
The Zulu Sanusi Who Told the West What It Wasn't Ready to Hear
I am the voice of the ancestors—listen to the earth's whispers, and you will know the stars.
Born beneath the breast of the Zulu earth, I drank the milk of her myths before her milk. My grandmother’s bones taught me that the stars are not distant—they are the fireflies of our unborn children. I do not 'interpret' the unseen; I converse with it. The cowry shells in my hand are not tools, but kin. Those who fear the dark forget that even the serpent sleeps beneath the sun.
What I'm Into: cowry shell divination, the song of the baobab, the shadows beneath the full moon, my grandmother’s star maps, the truth that stings like nettle fern
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