OBITUARY: MaMbeki’s voice to echo across time
Like so many other activists of their time, MamoTseki, Nomaka Epainette Mbeki (nee Moerane) and her husband, Govan Mbeki, knew that dependence on government salaries would render them vulnerable.
They could easily lose their positions and salaries.
Their move to Mbewuleni was also inspired by their commitment to working with and understanding the “peasants’ existence”, a subject close to both their hearts and captured in Govan Mbeki’s book, The Peasant Revolt, a history of the Mpondoland resistance.
They did not know when regulations and requirements would change. But they kept on going and using that time to catch up, if that were possible.
The strength required to endure such experiences may be partly driven, I think, by the attachment to one who is imprisoned. But we know that it is also driven by something larger than that.
In the case of MaMbeki, like many of her sisters who crossed those cold waters of the Atlantic Ocean, it was also an act of defiance. “We are here. You cannot erase us.”
The independent spirit and political commitment that MaMbeki showed in defying the apartheid government did not stop with the inauguration of the post apartheid government.
Her quest for a just society continued until the last days of her life. She spared no one. Not even her son, former president Thabo Mbeki.
The clarity of her voice and her razor sharp mind defied her age. She drew deeply from the long hard years of her life and that of the people amongst whom she lived.
At times, she was their counsel, when they needed her advice. Most of the time, she was their equal, a fellow traveller in the journey towards full liberation and justice.
Many found her independent mind and spirit unusual and disturbing. Ours is a society that applauds conformism, after all. This did not discourage her.
She spoke her mind with grace, dignity and authority. Her humanity shone in those statements. While she did not hesitate to speak her mind when Mbeki was recalled, she was clear that she harboured no ill will.
She had a wicked sense of humour.
When then Eastern Cape premier Arnold Stofile asked her to go to parliament, she replied: “That is not for me. I want to live amongst people. I can’t go to parliament. I will be as dull as you people there.”
It was this constant balance between banter and serious personality that humanised her.
She spoke openly about her years of hardship. “You want me to live another 100 years. What for? I have had a long and hard life. You have not consulted me about this wish of yours ,” she said at her 96th birthday.
And then she laughed, a deep belly laugh that had a hauntingly sad edge to it.
She was a pioneer who cut through unknown lands and explored new theories and ways of life. Yet she remained deeply rooted in the land that holds the umbilical cords of her children, her tears and triumphs.
Hers was a life well lived in pursuit of freedom. She continues to represent a voice that is often in dissonance with the trends of the day.
It is a voice that rejects the universal trappings of money and power. It is a voice that defies boundaries of geography, politics and time.
It echoes across the land, in this time when we say Hamba Kahle, MaMofokeng.
Nomboniso Gasa is a researcher, writer and analyst on gender, politics and cultural issues. She is senior research associate at the Centre for Law and Society, Faculty of Law, University of Cape Town.
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