Spitrits Indigenous - A Baby is Born

Where do I start? Where do I start.


I'm having a really hard time getting along with people lately. I'm seeming to take everything personal when I shouldn't, and am constantly insanely irritated by others and their stupidity. I use the word stupidity in terms of what I think would be an uneducated or careless comment, question or action.I'm also a bit resentful. The world keeps turning and I'm still bitter.

I’ve been feeling like that for quite some time. There’s a part of maturity that causes you to become restless. I’ve also realized that things do not easily impress me.

Previously, all you had to do was text me or gimme a call and say something like “hey, we’re having a party at so-and-so’s house, you should come!” and I wouldn’t think twice, I would make my way over there regardless of anything.



And now…I don’t even take those calls anymore.



Last weekend on Saturday, I was feeling very much like that when a friend of mine, Thobile, called me up and said “I’m about to give birth any minute now, come and take some pictures while you still can!”… I jumped out of the bed with excitement, got in my car and drove myself straight to her house!


Thobile is a musician. A soft-spoken vocalist for the amazing Swazi born and Maputo based female group called Spirits Indigenous. If you haven’t seen her perform, keep an eye out for the next show, it is mind-blowingly soulful and inspiration to see these ladies perform.


I was excited to finally get to talk to her outside of a social environment. Every time I see this lady, there’s a certain light that follows her. Some have said that it’s because of her bold and colorful clothing, but I like to think that clothing is a cover to whatever personality is beneath all of those statements.

“How do you feel about your move to Mozambique? Do you like it here? Or do you miss your home town?” I asked her as I watched her prepare some strawberry ice cream for a dinner she was hosting that night.

“Eu gosto muito de Maputo,” she replied in Portuguese with a hint of a swazi accent. “There’s so much to love about this town, and this country. The only thing that gets to me is the ‘lixo’! There’s so much trash all over this town.” As she spoke I nodded my head in agreement and embarrassment. “I don’t understand…” she continued, “why people have such a hard time throwing things away in trashcans.”

She spoke with such tranquilly and serenity about her, as I watched her walk around barefoot in the kitchen with a cloth simply wrapped around her pregnant body.

“Have you been having a hard time with the pregnancy with the fact that you’re away from home?” I asked as we moved to the living room so she could rest her feet.

“Oh not at all! I’ve always had a healthy eating habit, with lots of vegetable and fruits, I suppose I just eat more now… but aside from that, my body feels heavier but my mind is at peace, I cannot wait to meet this person that is growing inside me.”

The more time I spent with her, the lighter I felt. I don’t know if it’s all pregnant woman, or it’s something ‘Indigenous spirits’ carry, but there’s a powerful aura around her that inspired to take things on a later tone. Life is too good to take things too seriously.

As I snapped these pictures, I asked her “So you don’t know the sex of the baby yet? Are you not going to find out?”
“No, we don’t know, and I don’t care to find out. But with the symptoms I’m having, according to moz ladies, it’s a boy, and I think so too, it’s not like me to carry bitches!” she said with a loud laugh.

Her Baby boy was born the following Monday, welcome to our world Luvano!