My name is Samkelisiwe Nzama and I live in a place that is not as safe as yours. Am only seventeen and I have seen trouble to last me for a life time. My dad let’s just say he works at local school and my mom a nearby firm. Where I live you dare not shine to. I do not leave the house.

Now I sit here alone and am scared. I am not sure if am depressed. I mean am not sad but am not exactly happy either. I can laugh, joke and smile but sometimes when am alone at night I forget how to feel. The journey of Samkelisiwe Nzama was not meant for human eye. I was the unnoticed, I was the unnoticeable soul. The more I laughed was the more time I spent with my eyes closed in this journey. But the dark cloud will finally disappear and I will walk towards reality in the soft light of dusk.

With this I welcome you to The Journey Of Samkelisiwe Nzama. My days are full of victory for I win every day. I am sure I would find it funny if an ant came looking for me. THIS STORY IS DEEP AND DOMESTIC [WARNING]THE CONTENT OF THIS STORY MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR SENSTIVE READERS.

The Journey Of Samkelisiwe Nzama

believe that mentally, spiritually and physically I had not gotten over what has happened to me. I mean The Journey of Samkelisiwe Nzama just got the more of me. It lived right into my veins. I still have not gotten over what happened. I mean I was possessed. Samkelisiwe Nzama was possessed and I still think I am. But then I pray. 


But this new everything had reassurance, I had to do everything that had to take off my mind away from the sorrow. I was planning to go to Emhlangeni (the annual reed dance) I wanted to getting blessings and get to be addressed by King Zwelithini KaBhekuzulu. Most importantly I wanted to be encouraged. 


As I wanted umemulo which my mother planned to do the following year. Me going to Emhlangeni was gone help me a lot throughout the process. I really wanted to do it culturally this time around. I wanted to respect my ancestors. God knows how much I oved them. I respected them so much. 
