We were once children, a new generation born. Once, everything was new. The sun shining like a time of hope, the sounds not noises but a vibrant buzz in the air. Our hearts beat fast as if we ran all the time…the scenery, the world full of wonderment and mystery. We were new fresh from wombs knowing to bloom and grow and form into purposes, journeys and destinations the shapes of our specific cut. We were once children dreaming and full of hope, unmoved in the expectation that our imaginations would be the lives we grow up to live. This is how we remember ourselves…who we were and are and how we can still, even today, affect the revolution, of being. Thwasa mntu.