Newly-wed Tshwetes adore baby boy
[caption id="attachment_158224" align="aligncenter" width="300"] Zizo Beda and Mayihlome Tshwete[/caption]
It’s been three months since TV personality Zizo Beda and her husband Mayihlome Tshwete welcomed a baby boy and the couple just can’t get enough of their little prince.
Although the couple are shy to share any pictures of their son‚ it’s clear to see that he is the centre of their universe and they want the world to know it. In fact‚ they are so besotted with him that Mayihlome even wrote an open letter to him‚ filled with wishes‚ promises and advice for the future.
The letter‚ which reads like a poem‚ is filled with references to history and personal struggles. In it‚ the couple further promise to share these stories with him‚ in order for him to learn from it.
They also told their son‚ Vukile Tshwete‚ that he was named after his grandfather and explained the weight and promises it brings.
“Your mother and I , give to you your grandfather’s names. It will be neither burden nor a blessing. It’s a name crafted by strength‚ beauty‚ chains. A name dreaming of freedom within the confines of oppression. Take this name. Carry it imperfectly proudly. When they ask‚ don’t whisper‚ affirm loudly‚” Mayihlome wrote in the letter.
Here is the letter in full: For our son Maqoma, written by his tata "Your mother and I will give to you suggestions. Our history will susurrate to you. All that came before you will speak of the titans that bent the grass‚ wore the path and envisioned the view Your mother and I will tell you about voices that thundered‚ Queens that survived torment‚ resinous of humanity for you to be mothered . We will tell you about Lusaka‚ the warmth of a neighbor's embrace. We will plate the forgotten tale of the struggle for a more human face. Your mother will sing to you rustic melody‚ music of her bare feet drumming uneven dusty slopes. You will know of our hardship and poverty. In an unconquerable symphony of partially heard hopes‚ your mother and I will present our lives to you as admonition testaments of embattled childhoods and a people's postponed redemption. Carry your history with purpose boldly‚ affirming while redefining what worth is. Your mother will pontificate her amber visions of the rising sun. I will show you the soil over which Solomon hung‚ hoping that you are neither constrained by our pain nor too free to see the cost your forebearers paid. Your mother and I‚ imperfect like concrete roses beautifully shaped by an imperfect world‚ will instruct you to love black perfectly‚ be a star in deep night. Darkness was never a curse‚ be the living sound of Biko's incomplete verse. Gleam among the constellations of sparkling souls who fought the incomplete fight. Your mother and I‚ give to you your grandfather’s names. It will be neither burden nor a blessing. It’s a name crafted by strength‚ beauty‚ chains. A name dreaming of freedom within the confines of oppression. Take this name‚ carry it imperfectly proudly. When they ask‚ don’t whisper‚ affirm loudly."
