Babalwa Mhlauli

Lovelight flower Babalwa


"From every mountainside, let freedom ring!"Dr Martin Luther King Jr

Lincoln Memorial, Washington DC,

28 August 1963

(Who knew that I'd go to the greatest President's Museum and Library? Dr King! *winky+:-)*


Dearest Beloved


I look into your eyes and I know

Without a shadow of doubt

Without any hesitation

That if it was my heart you needed

I'd give you my heart

I'd give you my rib

And I'd give you my liver

Whatever you need

Whatever you desire

If its in my power

Its yours

Yours eternally!

What were you thinking

When you recited that scripture?

Making me weep day and night

Then you fly away

To serve

Risking your life

I behold your soul

I listen to its tenderness

I look at its beauty

I feel soft

I feel tender

So week with tenderness

Wholesome and bubbly with life

I skip about merrily

Because you here


If you couldn't take another step

Injured in anyway (God Forbid)

I'll be your step

I'll fulfill your dreams

Your dreams are my dreams

Like a ying

To the yang

If you needed water

From the moon

I'll go to the moon

But I'll also go to Mars en route to Venus

The Goddess of love

Bringing you

The water that will never

Make you thirst again

We live

We laugh

We play

We cry

We dance

We love


"Rather, ten times, die in the surf, heralding the way to a new world, than stand idly on the shore.”

― Florence Nightingale


Grandpa, Grandpa, Grandpa



Just can't stop laughing

I'm tickled silly

Oddles here

Oddles there

Oodles within

Oddles all around

Just can't explain

My heart sings a tune of its own rhythm and blues

It sings its own rhythmic vava voom songs


La la la la!!!!

And on and on and on it goes

While my entire being

Keeps moving non stop

To this rhythmic rock and roll

Like the boys

We like the sound

raw, rough and harder

Don't we Tina Turner?

So we can dance

Raw, rough and harder



And Harder


"Let's get it on!" Marvin Gaye

Ha ha ha!!!!



Raw, rough and harder!


Blowing a million kisses in the air



Grandpa you say;


"On the evening of 2May Mr de Klerk made a gracious concession speech. After more than three centuries of rule, the white minority was conceding defeat and turning over power to the black majority. That evening the ANC was planning a victory celebration at the ballroom of the Carlton Hotel in downtown Johannesburg. I was suffering from a bad case of flu and my doctors ordered me to remain at home. But there was nothing that could keep me away from that party. I went on stage at about nine o' clock and faced a crowd of happy, smiling, cheering faces.


I explained to the crowd that my voice was hoarse from a cold and that my physician had advised me not to attend. 'I hope that you will not disclose to him that I have violated his instruction,' I told them. I congratulated Mr de Klerk for his strong showing. I thanked all those in the ANC and democratic movement who had worked so hard for so long. Mrs Coretta Scott King, the wife of the great freedom fighter Martin Luther King Jr, was on the podium that night, and I looked over to her as I made reference to her husband's immortal words.


This is one of the most important   moments in the life of our country. I stand here before you filled with deep pride and joy-- pride in the ordinary, humble people of this country. You have shown such a calm, patient determination to reclaim this country as your own, and now the joy that we can loudly proclaim from the rooftops-


Free at last!


Free at last!


I stand before you humbled by your courage, with a heart full of love for all of you. I regard it as the highest honor to lead the ANC at this moment in our history. I am your servant. . . .

It is not the individuals that matter, but the collective. . . . This is a time to heal the old wounds and build a new South Africa."


“The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends towards justice.”MLK


“One of the great honors of my life was to be invited to Nelson Mandela’s home, spend private time and get to know him. He was everything you’ve ever heard and more — humble and unscathed by bitterness. And he always loved to tell a good joke. Being in his presence was like sitting with grace and majesty at the same time.”Oprah


Grandpa Mandela says;


"I admire young people who are concerned with the affairs of their community and nation perhaps because I also became involved in struggle whilst I was still at school.


Young people are capable, when aroused, of bringing down the towers of oppression and raising the banners of freedom.


I appeal to youth and all those on the ground: start talking to each other across divisions of race and political organizations.


I pay tribute to the endless heroism of youth.


When I am with energetic young people, I feel like a recharged battery."


When I read that Mrs King was here I was dumbfounded. The news were too great to decipher. This lovely mother, the First Lady of the Civil Rights Movement was here! I didn't know that she had actually come here at all, but I remember the day I heard that she passed on. All I wanted was to fly like a bird and be with her family during that difficult hour. And when I performed HOPE for Dr King I could see her. That entire day she was with me. I could hear her voice, so soothing, so comforting, so loving. I can see her face as I write lovely note. I hear her voice to this day. What kind of love is this?,,1157158,00.html


Then I go to granpa Mandela's home in Qunu while he was still alive. I write him a love letter.


Sent: Dec 20, 2012 12:48


Poem for Grandfather Mandela


Dear Deputy President


I hope you are well and ready for all the exciting, wonderful and inspiring things that I believe you will be doing, perhaps your innermost dreams, thus fulfilling your heart's desire.


In october I met Ma Graca and I would like you to please send her this poem for grandfather Mandela and their entire family. In 2010 I had the privilege of reciting this poem in honor of Dr Martin Luther King at the Consulate General's home. I've always longed to recite it to Grandpa Mandela. He was my biggest inspiration when I wrote this poem. And when I read about how much he loved the poem called INVICTUS, I cried tears of joy.




Hope, please, quench my thirst like water in the Kalahari Desert.

The rushing water says, they haven't heard

The screeching sounds of your empty vessel in a while


Where are you hope?


Your silence leaves me lifeless

Lonely and sad

Your presence makes my spirit radiate with energy

So full of life

Like the noonday sun


Engulf me

Let me dance with joy

Celebrate your majesty under the moon and the stars

Celebrate the eternal light of life


I believe you'll quench my thirst for real

Like spring waters of life

Elevating my soul to greater heights

Beyond boundaries of grains of sand

Contained in the hour glass


I believe you'll quench my thirst

Sustain me through the storm when I can't see the light


Still I'll be searching for you


Persevering with all the might in the world

To my destiny

My dreams


Passion burning me like fire

Desires of my heart


When I get there

I promise never to forget where I'm from

To appreciate

The here

The now

Perpetuating my evolution

Through changeable seasons


When there's drought

I'll walk through the valley of life relentlessly

Knowing you'll strengthen me

To pray for the rain to come pouring down


Please, hope

Don't ever leave me

I'm lifeless without you

I'm nothing without you

Don't ever leave me

Not now!

Not ever.


Ma Graca, Grandpa came to our home town of Cradock when he was still President to honor our father and his fellow comrades. I met him again, right after my TRC testimony in a meeting that was orchestrated by God in Cape Town at the Waterfront. A couple of years ago I actually asked to be introduced to you so I could share my work with you which I knew you'd love dearly and appreciate a lot, but it never happened, until God made it happen. Its an amazing testimony of how we can never fully understand the great things He does, and how we clearly see that there is no end to His miracles. I was so grateful to God when He presented me with the opportunity to share what I had brought with me and there's so much more which I know you'll enjoy.


God Bless you Ma Graca, Our beloved Grandfather and your entire family. May God heal Grandpa strengthen him and bless him with unspeakable joy. You are always in our prayers.


Thank You so much for every thing you've given us.


Your selflessness, your energy, your love. The bright smiles that liberate our mind, soul and spirit. Your wisdom, those precious words that still move millions and will continue to be the guiding light to generations yet unborn.


I would love to recite another poem to you Grandpa called:




A couple of years ago, I had the privilege of producing a news story for the SABC about my art and poetry which was so successful, it reached the four corners of the globe. Major networks bought the story and they aired it in their countries.  The poem HOPE and GLOBAL UNIFICATION are the only two poems I used in that story.


Yours sincerely.


Babalwa Mhlauli.


I was with an elder who cooks for the homeless when the news of Dr Kings's birthday reached me. We were talking about Prince Harry and Prince William. Little did we know that they were the invisible spiritual partners who were sent to deliver the good news. We were thrilled!

Little did we know that the Princes would be attending the 2010 Soccer World Cup. It was all sweet,

sweeter than honey to the soul.

God's love is vast,

so wide

So deep

"Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot sweep it away."


Today I stumble on Dr Maya Angelou's moving words, read at the Funeral Service for Mrs King.


(Singing: "I open my mouth to the Lord and I won't turn back, no. I will go, I shall go. I'll see what the end is gonna be.")


In the midst of national tumult, in the medium of international violent uproar, Coretta Scott King's face remained a study in serenity. In times of interior violent storms she sat, her hands resting in her lap calmly, like good children sleeping.


Her passion was never spent in public display. She offered her industry and her energies to action, toward righting ancient and current wrongs in this world.


She believed religiously in non-violent protest.


She believed it could heal a nation mired in a history of slavery and all its excesses.


She believed non-violent protest religiously could lift up a nation rife with racial prejudices and racial bias.


She was a quintessential African-American woman, born in the small town repressive South, born of flesh and destined to become iron, born -- born a cornflower and destined to become a steel magnolia.


She loved her church fervently. She loved and adored her husband and her children. She cherished her race. She cherished women. She cared for the conditions of human beings, of native Americans and Latin -- Latinos and Asian Americans. She cared for gay and straight people. She was concerned for the struggles in Ireland, and she prayed for nightly for Palestine and equally for Israel.


I speak as a -- a sister of a sister. Dr. Martin Luther King was assassinated on my birthday. And for over 30 years, Coretta Scott King and I have telephoned, or sent cards to each other, or flowers to each other, or met each other somewhere in the world.


We called ourselves "chosen sisters" and when we traveled to South Africa or to the Caribbean or when she came to visit me in North Carolina or in New York, we sat into the late evening hours, calling each other "girl." It's a black woman thing, you know. And even as we reached well into our 70th decade, we still said "girl."


I stand here today for her family -- which is my family -- and for my family and all the other families in the world who would want to be here, but could not be here. I have beside me up here millions of people who are living and standing straight and erect, and knowing something about dignity without being cold and aloof, knowing something about being contained without being unapproachable -- people who have learned something from Coretta Scott King.


I stand here for Eleanor Traylor and for Harry Belafonte, and I stand here for Winnie Mandela. I stand here for women and men who loved her -- [Constancia] "Dinky" Romilly. On those late nights when Coretta and I would talk, I would make her laugh. And she said that Martin King used to tell her, "You don't laugh enough." And there's a recent book out about sisters in which she spoke about her blood sister. But at the end of her essay, she said, I did have -- "I do have a chosen sister, Maya Angelou, who makes me laugh even when I don't want to." And it's true. I told her some jokes only for no-mixed company.


Many times on those late after -- evenings she would say to me, "Sister, it shouldn't be an 'either-or', should it? Peace and justice should belong to all people, everywhere, all the time. Isn't that right?" And I said then and I say now, "Coretta Scott King, you're absolutely right. I do believe that peace and justice should belong to every person, everywhere, all the time."


And those of us who gather here, principalities, presidents, senators, those of us who run great companies, who know something about being parents, who know something about being preachers and teachers -- those of us, we owe something from this minute on; so that this gathering is not just another footnote on the pages of history. We owe something.


I pledge to you, my sister, I will never cease.


I mean to say I want to see a better world.


I mean to say I want to see some peace somewhere.


I mean to say I want to see some honesty, some fair play.


I want to see kindness and justice. This is what I want to see and I want to see it through my eyes and through your eyes, Coretta Scott King.


[Sings: "I open my mouth to the Lord and I won't turn back, no. I will go, I shall go. I'll see what the end is gonna be."]


Thank you.


“A medieval segregation is organized with 20th century efficiency and drive. A sophisticated form of slavery is imposed by a minority upon a majority which is kept in grinding poverty. The dignity of human personality is defiled; and world opinion is arrogantly defied.”Dr King


Some of you condemn slavery and apartheid just because you black, yet your actions prove you to be slave masters and apartheid gurus.

You continue to assassinate the spirit of our fallen heroes through your actions! When will they R.I.P?

"If slavery is not wrong, nothing is wrong." A Lincoln


We do what we do for future generations. The glory belongs to God!

Dr King said I'm free!



Free eternally!!!


(Now I'm weeping, I just find out that Mrs King is born on our Freedom Day, April 27! Dear God, how great is thy love. How great are your ways oh God!!! Awesome and heartbreaking history!!!)


Hasn't history proven that it is the oppressor who is haunted by his or her evil deeds? And sleeps not at night?


Do you know what tomorrow brings?

Nothing can stand in the way of  forces more powerful than you!

Didn't Pharoah and his troops drown in the Red Sea?

He who created me

He who created humanity





The eternal Majestic God

Who's throne is immovable!


Glory be to God who's love sparkles in our hearts forever more!

Come rain or sunshine

We love

We shine

We soar

His Majestic, Sovereign Heights

Heights ff the Holy One of Israel



Thank You Lord!


"The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who on and do nothing." Albert Einstein


May the grace of God be within us forever more!