Kwa MaThusi

14/02/2026

14 JULY 2025

THE REAL WORK BEGINS WITH BLESSING THE LAND
This is it 🙏🏾 Meeting the builders and it's ground breaking time.

My youngest brother, Thabani and my nephew Sbonga travelled with me to Emfundeni. My sisters, my friends who are pastors came to bless and pray for the land Nomapelo Maxegwana, Ps Zamo MKHIZE and Dr Nontembeko Faith Ngambu. What a beautiful, emotional and special moment🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾

13/02/2026

1 DECEMBER 2023

Visited my primary school❤️

13/02/2026

1 DECEMBER 2023
"KWATHUS' EMFUNDENI"

Emfundeni, The Valley, that was and still is the unusual thing that our home always had a name and what a beautiful name that suits this beautiful land🤔❤️

13/02/2026

1 DECEMBER 2023 MY BEAUTIFUL INHERITANCE🙏🏾

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1 DECEMBER2023

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1 DECEMBER 2023

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1 December 2023

29/01/2026

1 DECEMBER 2023

EMFUNDENI, THE PLACE OF GROUNDING AND RETURN
Love, faith and joy of coming home.

I felt it necessary to call the gathering for the announcement, declaring my readiness to return, intentionally, with a purpose. Together with my elder sister, Dorothy we drove there and started at Maqumbi Primary School where both of us were learners there and both of us tonight at the same school.

Just as in the Bible, the burning of meat became an offering of thanksgiving, gratitude for protection, restoration and fulfilled promises.

There, on ancestral soil reclaimed, I invited the family, we shared a meal. The fire was lit, meat placed on the flames, a simple braai that carried ancient meaning. Laughter circled fire, stories flowed with excitement. My aunt, Yizi Mbhele (my father's cousin) the only remaining elder in my family, was very happy. We laughed, we sang, we explored the land. My late parents were honoured.

Past and future met. Emfundeni was no longer an idea or a memory- it became a living promise. Together we celebrated not only where we came from, but where we were going❤️

28/01/2026

FROM KWAMATHUSI CAPE TOWN TO KWAMATHUSI EMFUNDENI THE VALLEY OF HEALING

Emfundeni (The Village) as my home was called by this special name, the village called Maqumbi that I left as a teenager as my family relocated to the city. The village faded behind, with time, the distance turned into silence. I grew,survived, adapted and never went back. I became a City to City girl😊✊🏽❤️ as I moved from Durban to ten years in Johannesburg and now approaching twenty years in Cape Town.

Forty years later, History called me home. Yes, 40 years🤔

I came back for a relative's traditional ceremony and in that sacred gathering, time collapsed. Everyone embraced me with love. Faces I last saw in childhood welcomed me. It was as if I never left. I met the new generation- young, vibrant, rooted, carrying my blood, my stories, my future. In them, I saw continuity, In them, I felt belonging❤️

Memories returned like rain on dry earth: running feet, laughter, dust, songs, open skies. What I once labelled as "Rural and poor," shaped by the city eyes, revealed itself new. I saw beauty in simplicity, wealth in community, peace in unspoiled land. The village was not lacking, it was complete. Tranquil. Pure joy. A place where humanity still breathed freely, untouched by harshness and isolation of city life.

In that moment, the journey came full circle❤️

I fell deeply in love- with My People, My Roots, My Land and My True self. The return was no longer a visit, it was a calling. I left with a vow in my heart:
" I am returning here, to rebuild the
bridge between the past and the
future, and to live where my spirit
remembers who it is." 🙌🏾❤️

14/03/2025