Sipho Pienaar Samuel Oupa “King Diamond” Malapane

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Magambi was also son to Kubele (After whom Mkhuzelwa’s father was named). Kubele was a furious warrior who at some point during battles of old, fought with whites and even when he was seriously injured, he would not stop until he made sure his family and people were safe. Mkhuzelwa was born with chieftain blood and became the bravest warrior in his days. A warrior that never tasted the salt of defeat. His honour and glory was spread across Habura and where he lived and became the order of discipline. However, his stake in the stages of popularity and conquests grew beyond his territory and was firmly established even in Groenvlei, where my grandmother (Rose Mtasi Mtshweni, after whom one of my little sisters is named) grew. Rose was born to her father Mandzimana and mother Moniwa Dinah Sithole – her mom’s youth name was Nqiliba.

However, Mkhuzelwa life and growth was not without sobs and tear-railing events. When he was two years and his younger brother was six months, they were orphaned by losing their mother to the wards of death. His father then married their mother’s younger sister (their aunt). With the new wife, the family was enlarged with more children.

Time for inheritance came. But when Mkhuzelwa was supposed to get what is rightfully his – taking to account the cattle and other live-stock and the piece of land they were left with after the larger land was ripped off by apartheid settlements – he was faced with stiff hatred and opposition from his siblings who did not consider him as their brother due to the mother difference. In fact, not only those who were his brothers by his aunt but also, his very brother who was born of the same woman as him, joined the rivalry. Despite his spearing rage and power, Mkhuzelwa disowned and forsaken all his inheritance and dared himself to start a new legacy for himself. He moved down to Pretoria where he settled in Winterveldt, which was not as ghetto as it was later to become. Even there, he refused to occupy one of the location houses built by the apartheid government – saying his children shan’t live and grow in segregating houses.

Meanwhile, those who rebelliously stole his inheritance began a crusade of dying one after another, with their so-called inheritance following them to the graves. Some married wives with his inheritance and borne children who were either handicapped, disabled or too weak if they were boys, only strong enough to do girly duties or simply too weak to even live and died in their early days. Only one of his brothers in peril of the haunt, regained conscience and came to apologize and give the chief his honour but it was too late. At least one of his brothers never died but got lost – he was lost and no one ever knew where he ended, up until he was reported by strangers to be dead in 2009. Not until this time was anyone aware of his whereabouts. His curse upon them was so lively not even himself could stop it. The only thing that Mkhuzelwa would much later go back for, was his traditionally inherited spear all the way from Kubele…

To trace the creed and cradle of Mkhuzelwa – where it all began…

 

The war

 

A war began in the mid 19th century (year 1800s) when Mamphoru (a chief from the North Sothos or Pedis) ran for refugee at the Amandebeles. When the Whites who were in pursuit of Mamphoru, arrived and demanded for him, the then King of the aMandebele – uNyabela – said he just ate him and they would have to split his belly apart for them to get him. A war began which resulted to the aMandebele using a natural gigantic cave in the mountain with a very small opening (iRholo) at kwa-Nomtjharhelo. The cave is in such that it is wide in certain parts inside but the opening squeezes one person in or out at a time. The strategy was to use the cave for defence and to get out at the top of the mountain and throw stones; roll rocks on the whites. The strategy was only effective if the whites kept a dangerous distance so they eventually retreated to a safe distance. The war led to the eventual arrest of Nyabela by whites and kept him at Pretoria central. After detention, he resided at the north of Tshwane (Now Wonderboom). At the detention and release of Nyabela, Mamphoru himself was beheaded/ hanged by the white authority. The place got to be called Wonderboom after Nyabela was buried there and a tree grew where he was buried and each time the tree was chopped or pealed, it dripped blood. Seeing this amusement, a belief developed that the tree was his knop kierie which evolved into a tree.

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Subject: The warPage 2

 

A war began in the mid 19th century (year 1800s) when Mamphoru (a chief from the North Sothos or Pedis) ran for refugee at the Amandebeles. When the Whites who were in pursuit of Mamphoru, arrived and demanded for him, the then King of the aMandebele – uNyabela – said ...

Subject: Rose Ntasi Sithole ... Page 4

 

Rose was born in 1933 in Groenvlei to Swartbooi Mandzimana and Moniwa Nqiliba Ostrich Sithole.  Swartbooi got married to two wives Moniwa and Popi who were daughters of siblings in that Moniwa ...

Subject: Mkhuzelwa and Mbovana Page 5

 

One day when Makensi was undergoing an initiation, Mkhuzelwa fetched Skhakhabe who was Mbovana’s son. He fetched him in questioning as to why he is so clean when every man has stripes that evident participation in the initiation rod fights. So he got him into the initiation’s fight to fight for his manhood. Skhakhaba’s father ...

Subject: WinterveldtPage 6

 

… n 1967, Mkhuzelwa and his family left for Winterveldt….

Subject: MabopanePage  7

 

However, by this time of schooling, in 1985 we had already relocated to Mabopane, 1340 Block “U” n Mabopane from Winterveldt, which relocation we did in summer 1983.

Subject: SchoolPage  7

 

… Now all these are abilities which would disappear as life progressed. When I went to school, I had no more of these abilities. And my mother had also quit. Yet some time in life she would help people until we all...

Subject: The Dawn Page  10

 

… Now all these are abilities which would disappear as life progressed. When I went to school, I had no more of these abilities. And my mother had also quit. Yet some time in life she would help people until we all...