Inside the Elephantine Womb of Memory

Inside the Elephantine Womb of Memory

There we sat looking back at our beginnings

Nestled cozily inside a pelvic throne

Surveying the landscape of our dreams

Battlefields with nightmares of pandemics

Stretching endlessly before us across clear blue skies

And fresh flowing springs

Sweating on cold winter nights

Fingers tingling as we eat 

Thirsty throats and vain attempts

To cough the virus out

We lift our arms

To drum health back into our bodies

Circling in prayer to invoke Ancestral voices 

To intercede 

  • Pitika Ntuli
  • Bone, beads and found objects
  • 140 x 124 x 111 cm