Every singer must have her own Mic

Melody guides announce themselves to me as they lead me from across Berea road all the way to the city.
There I find the Buddha with 8 fingers performing miracles on the piano.      

He looks at me ever so gently inquires if I should accompany him in lifting uMoya, without much hesitation I do.
Now it has come to my awareness of late that anything annointed and true, moves swiftly without further deliberation.      
He plays I sing, together we lift uMoya and summon spirits dead and alive .

We transcend and transfigure.
A Madonna appears, this time her child is the Buddha with 8 fingers.

Prophecies are spoken in simple riddles , he whispers ever so clearly to his Madonna "Every singer must have her own mic "

The Buddha bows
The Madonna flees continuing to raise uMoya
 
I on the other hand am forever changed.

Ode to the Buddha Bheki Mseleku