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And as it was so shall it be. We leave to return and before our cycle ends we would have realised atleast thrice that something bigger blows us into motion.
At the age of 9 a crucial time for any girl child , I would say the winds of change started blowing in my life, shifting the cause of my destiny.
A young seemingly well put together man propelled by an energy bigger than he, came to stay at our home for study purposes or rather inform a study on me that would only be realised 35-9 years later.
The first ever university student with an excellent track record would reside at our home. What an honour, a delight and a great opportunity in the 90's.
My parents ceased this opportunity of a lifetime and begged that he transfer some of his mathematical knowledge onto me, not realising that he would in turn transfer his divine calling also.
These Mathematical Lessons would soon calculate the fate of my life. I frequently became his study as he unwillingly became mine.
I calculated his every move and I knew the exact time he would pay me a visit after every "successful" maths homework session . Instead of algebra, subtraction and multiplication he offered me a chance to figure him out hence the world. He reconciled me with a side of myself I never knew I had.
I knew when he would come, how he would come, when he would leave, how he would leave. He made me aware of cycles, how they are maintained and what happens when they are broken.
He became my god not knowing that in me he was creating a goddess, who could end up calculating much better than he.
I don't believe he knows what he created as I believe that his calling ended when the bell rang and left him exposed.
The class though bringing much pain gave me lessons I would later use with much passion .
In my art the lesson showed up as I teased and played with the truth in order to invoke and evoke.
In my relationships I could calculate needs, manipulate and multiply them accordingly.
In daily life I understood when to show up, when not to, how and why, I figured out sincerity from insincerity.
Well thanks to those late afternoon mathematics classes that led to such lessons.
Lessons I would carry with me always.
With all of that being said, I choose to call this piece ISIKHUMBUZO
I choose to immortalise the man who taught me early on the mathematics of life
His class may have ended but the lessons live on.
Ngiyabonga Skhumbuzo
Thank you for this moment
This cycle
This life
Equals to this equation....
