It is believed that each generation has its Sanusi, that will stand in the gap of faith between other realms and the physical world. They would intercede for humankind to find their way back to who they are. It is no far cry that conjurer of spirits through song, Sibusile Xaba is the person for this generation. He who birthed Umdali with Naftali, Fakazile Nkosi, and AshK and offered it to us as an anecdote that is to convey messages to us about where we come from and who we can be.

The idea of dying and returning as stars haunts me, as I go through the pages of Billy Langa’s Tswalo. A one-hander comprising of a body of poems written very eloquently, revealing secrets and clues about who we were; who we are; where we come from; and who we are to become.

An advertisement finds expression and interrupts, as I roll my eyes at the nerve of capitalism. I mean how dare it interrupt this artistically spiritual process, bestowed on me by time and destiny? As if talking to me directly Omagugu Makhathini's sultry sound echoes in the background — "yinde lendlela esihambayo" — in Nduduzo's Yehlisani Umoya.