Babalwa Mhlauli

Lovelight flower Babalwa

Morning Star

“As dead flies give perfume a bad smell, so a little folly outweighs wisdom and honor. The heart of the wise inclines to the right, but the heart of the fool to the left. Even as he walks along the road, the fool lacks sense and shows everyone how stupid he is.” Ecclesiastes


Dear Dr Maya Angelou


Angels dance

Angels celebrate

Angels ulilate

Angels give the grandest salute

They call your name, Maya Angelou

The healer of human kind

They call your name,

Maya Angelou

The universal grandmother

Who's arms are as large as life itself

In order to cradle humanity in all the four corners of the earth

Restoring life and dignity to all

With her love, her laughter, her prayer and her manner.

Restoring peace to a world that is need of unity and harmony.

She who grew up not speaking for several years as a child,

But was told by her grandmother that she's go around teaching the entire universe;


A commission from God;


"Go into all the world and preach the good news to all creation." Saint Mark


How we Thank You Dr Angelou.

How we Thank The Maker who fashioned you in his likeness and image.


I am one of your granddaughters whom you have loved deeply and dearly by mere virtue of your presence. Through your wisdom, your love and light, I RISE!


I dance, like King David, wearing only a linen cloth around his waist, who danced with all his might to honor the Lord as written in Samuel because, you are here.


As a dancer I've always loved reading about how a mighty worrier like King David danced on the street to honor the Lord. Today I'm laughing out loud and smiling from ear to ear as I read a passage from your biography;


"He looked at me and gave me a push that almost sent me into one of the tables, and hissed,

"Break, goddammit, break!"

I broke.

I started dancing all over the place. Tapping, flashing, stashing up and down the floor. I threw in a little Huckle Buck, Suzie Q and trucking. Our routine had completely disappeared, but I was the world's dancing fool. Boogie-woogie, the Charleston. When the band was moving into the last chorus, I was just getting warmed up.


R.L. Pursued me across the floor. He finally put his arm around my shoulder again, and by brute force led me off the floor, flashing to the end.


The audience clapped and I pulled away and raced back, booming and boom-rahing. R.L. Joined me and again pulled me back to the wings.

I loved it. I was a hungry person invited to a welcome table for the first time in her life."


As I write to you I keep hearing your voice as you recited;

His day is done!

"We send our souls to you as you reflect upon your David armed with a mere stone, facing down the mighty Goliath.

Your man of strength, Gideon, emerging triumphant." Maya Angelou


I remember reading this poem again about two weeks ago and learning for the first time that Grandfather Mandela recited;

"And Still I Rise"during his inauguration and you were right there with him and so many other people. I was pleasantly surprised. This must be truly one of life's greatest and sweet surprises for all time to come.


Another passage that I've just read which delights me to no end is a brief note written by Esme Matshikiza, in the Mandela Authorized Portrait. He says;


"We saw Nelson when he came on his secret trip to London. We were living in exile in Primrose Hill and one night, past midnight, the doorbell rang. Todd put on his dressing gown and went to open the door, and there were Nelson and Oliver Tambo standing there. It was a surprise, but Nelson had just said to Oliver that he wanted to see Todd. Oliver seemed to be nervous because there was no doubt that this was a highly secret mission, but Nelson, with his slightly stubborn side, was insistent. And so he spent about an hour with us. I had a feeling even then that this man had a vision of where it was that South Africa had to go to. He was way above and way beyond any of us at the time. I said to him,

'Surely you can't go back now? They'll arrest you.' And he said, 'I see myself as a leader of the people and the leader of a people must be with the people."


Grandfather you remind me of Saint David when he responded defiantly to those who thought he couldn't do the impossible. It is written that;


"One day David heard Goliath's shouts of defiance and said that he would go out and fight him.  Of course, no one thought that David could succeed. His brother, other men, and even King Saul himself said that David was just a shepherd boy and that he would not stand a chance against a nine foot tall, fierce warrior.  David told them that even though he had not fought in a battle, as a shepherd, he had fought a lion and a bear as they attempted to carry off sheep from the flock.  David further said, "the Lord who delivered me from the paw of the lion, and the paw of the bear, would deliver me from the hand of this Philistine."  After hearing this, Saul said to David, "Go and the Lord be with you."


Your all encompassing goodness reminds me of George Washington, the writer says;

"By 1865 George Washington seemed so dignified and remote that it was hard to think of him as a man, much less as a boy; he was a portrait by Peale or a Houdon bust."


Every household in South Africa has something that reminds them of you. I'm reminded of Abraham Lincoln once again, the writer says;

"In Negro houses all over the nation one could find many old pictures of Lincoln pasted on the walls of the sitting room over the mantle piece."


The bravery of my elders who defied the odds,  and were just so unspeakably selfless, and unbreakable in spirit makes me burst through the seams with praise, prayer and poetry to the glory of God. I recited one of my favorite poems called the NUCLEUS OF LIFE for them. Little did I know that (Ma Tambo whom I loved dearly as a child since I was responsible for hiding her ANC women's league t-shirts and many other illegal items during apartheid. Early hours one morning the apartheid policemen came banging on our door screaming and almost kicking the door and bursting through if we didn't let them inn. I had to hide the illegal material in my night dress. I was 10 years old. Fortunately the police didn't come searching in our room )Oliver Tambo's wife would be in attendance as well as

Mr De Klerk at Archbishop Tutu's birthday party. A couple of months later Ma Tambo would go home and be united with her late husband. I see that God's ways are not our ways because it was truly God's will and only God's devine order that brought me to that birthday party.


it is written;

"For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven and do not return there but water the earth, making it bring forth and sprout, giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater, so shall my word be that goes out from my mouth; it shall not return to me empty, but it shall accomplish that which I purpose, and shall succeed in the thing for which I sent it."


When I was about 17 years old, God placed in my hand the movie Poetic Justice. In this movie I would be introduced to Phenomenal Woman. I hired the movie more than 20times just to listen to the poem. I loved it almost, much more than anything I've ever done in my entire life of 17 years and I walked around saying I'm Phenomenal Woman. Ha ha ha!!! I didn't know what the word meant but I believed in my spirit that I was absolutely everything that it conveyed, whatever that was.


I'm deeply satisfied with beauty emanating from the depth of my soul.

My spirit recites;


Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good.

⁠His love endures forever.

Give thanks to the God of gods.

⁠His love endures forever.

Give thanks to the Lord of lords:

⁠His love endures forever.


to him who alone does great wonders,

⁠His love endures forever.

who by his understanding made the heavens,

⁠His love endures forever.

who spread out the earth upon the waters,

⁠His love endures forever.

who made the great lights—

⁠His love endures forever.

the sun to govern the day,

⁠His love endures forever.

the moon and stars to govern the night;

⁠His love endures forever.


to him who struck down the firstborn of Egypt

⁠His love endures forever.

and brought Israel out from among them

⁠His love endures forever.

with a mighty hand and outstretched arm;

⁠His love endures forever.


to him who divided the Red Sea[a] asunder

⁠His love endures forever.

and brought Israel through the midst of it,

⁠His love endures forever.

but swept Pharaoh and his army into the Red Sea;

⁠His love endures forever

to him who led his people through the wilderness;

⁠His love endures forever.


To him who struck down great kings,

⁠His love endures forever.

and killed mighty kings—

⁠His love endures forever.

Sihon king of the Amorites

⁠His love endures forever.

and Og king of Bashan—

⁠His love endures forever.

and gave their land as an inheritance,

⁠His love endures forever.

an inheritance to his servant Israel.

⁠His love endures forever.


He remembered us in our low estate

⁠His love endures forever.

and freed us from our enemies.

⁠His love endures forever.

He gives food to every creature.

⁠His love endures forever.


Give thanks to the God of heaven.

⁠His love endures forever. Psalms


Thank You for being our healer Dr Angelou. Amongst us some came to be teachers of love and you are one of our greatest teachers of love. We Salute You. Long May You Live. May God continue to clothe you with salvation. May He bestow upon your life a victor's crown of life. We will all rejoice and celebrate because your joy is our joy. May He clothe you with robes of righteousness forever more.

I've been hard at work creating a masterpiece called Lovelight inspired by you. I wrote parts of this love letter to you while I was on my knees, praying for you. I  just couldn't stop praying for you. So I was a bit moved and relieved when I read your facebook post which said;


"I am so sorry I cannot be with the University Medical Center Foundation of El Paso, TX and the El Paso Children’s Hospital. After an unfortunate bout of illness and a short hospitalization, I am resting comfortably at home and it is recommended that I do not travel at this time. Please continue to pray for me. I am blessed by your thoughts and concerns."


In God we trust. He's always there guiding us all the time, whispering to us what we ought to do each minute if we are attentive.


Oprah shared with us this verse from a book called In Love With The Mystery, by Ann Mortifee.

"Let the power come. Let ecstacy erupt. Allow your heart to expand and overflow with adoration for this magnificent creation and for the love, wisdom and power that birthed it all. Rapture is needed now- rapture, reverence and grace."


The power of your spoken word inspired me to be all that God created me to be. You made it possible for me to launch my very first exhibition, filled to the brim with passion, dance, poetry music and more. You made me a star! A bright shining star, through your love, courage, wisdom and your spirit of Ubuntu. I just want to be like you and my granny May on stage and off stage. You healed me and I wanted to share that gift with everybody. I even sent my poem Hope to the Dalai Lama. I emailed Archbishop Tutu who happened to be overseas with the Dalai Lama and people of Tibet. I wanted them to know that they are not alone. Reminded by Dr King that injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.


I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, was my Best Friend and sweetest  companion ever as I traveled Europe alone in my early 20's. I felt that you were right there with me. I would take photos and pose just for you with much joy and laughter just feeling like a mighty conqueror, a warrior who can do whatever God intended for her to do. Everybody just loved me. They would snap photos of me as I posed this way and that way. In Barcelona I encountered some people who didn't even speak english but we became friends. One girl ran with me to the bus station because I was getting a bit lost. I was going to spend a day in Tosa De Mar. The girl spoke not a single word of English but, we became friends, we just loved each other. Ahh it was so so nice, we just smiled, laughed, held hands and ran away, while she kept on looking at the ticking clock on her wrist watch. Yeah, we hugged once we arrived and said our goodbyes. This other time I was going to Picasso's Gallery and I took a train. As I walked towards the exit of the underground I heard angelic voices singing Our National Anthem, Nkosi Sikelel' iAfrica. It was heavenly. Sung by 15 year old white girls. I stopped, I just couldn't believe how God was multiplying these sweet blessings and pleasant surprises in my life. President Mandela had a similar experience too. Dejavu! :-) twinkle in my eye.


I truly feel blessed beyond measure. When I returned to South Africa it was for one reason only, the reason was to go to remote places that are underdeveloped with all that I had learnt around the world. I wanted to empower those communities and children in particular. I've always known that I was created to go to those places that are overlooked and remote because I love people and I just can't stand by while a vast majority of people is deprived of their human rights and dignity, deliberately. I wanted to give them hope, to heal them and share with them that I too was abused and neglected but I overcame those challenges. I wanted them to know that through God you can do the impossible. I wanted to teach them that;


"Once you have understood the basic principle of being present as the watcher of what happens inside you- and you 'understand' it by experiencing it- you have at your disposal the most potent transformational tool. This is not to deny that you may encounter intense inner resistance to disidentifying from your pain. This will be the case particularly if you have lived closely identified with your emotional painbody for most of your life and the whole or a large part of your sense of self is invested in it. What this means is that you have made an unhappy self out of your pain-body and believe that this mind-made fiction is who you are. In that case, unconscious fear of loosing your identity will create strong resistance to any disidentification. In other words, you would rather be in pain- be the pain-body- than take a leap into the unknown and risk losing the familiar unhappy self." Eckart Tolle


I actually turned down vasts amounts of money for exhibitions in high and mighty places because my vision was overlooked in favor corruption.


Would your wealth or even all your mighty efforts sustain you so you would not be in distress? Job


I've always known God would order my steps leading me to the desired destination, always.


"The LORD will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame. You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail." Isaiah


And this is why I recite;


Give thanks to God of heavens.

His love endures forever.


This is why I recite;

Femme noire

By Leopold Senghor -

Senegal President


Nude woman, black woman,

Clothed in your color which is life, your form which is beauty!

I grew in your shadow, the sweetness of your hands bandaged my eyes

And here in the heart of summer and of noon, I discover you, promised land from the height of a burnt mountain,

And your beauty strikes my heart, like the lightning of an eagle.


Nude woman, dark woman,

Ripe fruit of the dark flesh, somber ecstasies of black wine, mouth that causes my mouth to sing;

Savanna of pure horizons, savanna trembling under the fervent caresses of the East wind,

Carved tom-tom, tense tom-tom, grumbling under the fingers of the conqueror,

Your low contralto voice is the song of the lover.


Nude woman, dark woman,

Oil unwrinkled by winds, oil smooth on athletes' thighs, on the thighs of the princes of Mali,

Delightful play of the spirit, image of red gold on your flaming skin.

In the shadow of your hair, my anguish is relieved by the nearby suns of your eyes.


Nude woman, black woman,

I sing your passing beauty, fixing your form in eternity,

Before a jealous fate turns you to ashes to feed the roots of life.


In conclusion

"It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness. Lamentations.