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 




  • Inside the Elephantine Womb of Memory
  • Pitika Ntuli
  • Bone, beads and found objects
  • 140 x 124 x 111 cm
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