Back to Africa and the Mother City Miqhey Miqxtja

Back to Africa and the Mother City By Miqhey Miqxtja

Returning to the land of my birth, after over sixtyfive years since I left at the age of seven—yes, that is major.

Even more so, when I consider that in one line of my ancestry through my father, I am the first person in that line ever to leave Africa since the very dawn of humanity.

And now, in this year of 2020, I return to these rocks, these sands, these seas.

Even more so, to these plants, this herb, this bush, this silver tree: all unique in the world, an ecosystem like no other.

They truly spoke to me as a child and they speak to me again.

Words cannot hope to bring this sense of reconnection to another human that has not lived it.

And yet, after less than a month I have to leave again.

Maybe never to return? Maybe always to yearn?

But still, I belong to the whole earth, mixing bloodlines from across all the lands of Africa, Asia, Europe, even ancient Australasia.

Folk talk of primary identity. Folk talk of culture and creed. Folk talk of mixed and blended.

Here I talk of race and Fae; of queer and POC.

Does radical Fae, does queer spirit transcend all, as I step onward into this journey into current community? Do we ever dare to forget our long line of being that brings us here?

Where we will travel, in the timeline to come, will still hold in heart and spirit the story of the ancestors, the travelling cells of our being.

I bring these from my past into our present.

I cast them into our future.

Not through the seed of children;

But through our collective heart and spirit.

As I ask for respect today, I ask may all this be honored tomorrow.

I gift who I am to this risky community.

I entrust my history, my memory, my treasure to you and to those to come.

I pass these on in the relay race of time.

Don’t erase my race.

Don’t drop me in the passing.

On returning from the 3rd Global Gathering of Radical Faeries, held in South Africa, February 2020