As I walked through the valleys of our history br I saw a green plane turning black. br First in spots and little dots br Then masses swept me up, I could'nt turn back. br br Thousands of strong Nguni cattle, br belonging to one man br He was owned by his riverside village br according to the law of the clan br br 'Molweni...' br resounded a cheerful greeting... br I waved my hand and leaves blew off; br and there the kings were meeting br br I was careful not to step br on this rich and fertile land br dogs were barking, I could hear them br Praise poems jumped on my hand br br 'Ungumntu? ' br Shouted greatmother from inside br As I approached her hut with my finger br she recognised me, her eyes sqinted wide br br she said br 'Tell the stories of our past br (Playful at work, we forgot to write) br so our times forever last' br br 'Am I dreaming br or am I passed? br How did I get here, and why? ' br I asked... br br Again barked the dog, br the rooster too, made his call, br 'Do Not forget', he said br and that was all. br br I fell out, br Of the book without words, 'Thsayi' br I saw a place, pics, people living naturaly br I was shot with Hintsa's assegai br br 'Do Not forget br Do Not forget br Do Not forget! ' br sreemed that annoying rooster br br I awoke; br I bathed and dressed in red, face'd white br I went to buy a book; br closed my eyes, then started to write, br 'Molweni...