The paradox of *amanzi

I am water.

I love water. I live water. My element is water.

My favourite bodies of water are sea and the cold, fresh water of the Ukhahlamba.


I love water and I hate sea sand. The largest water bodies are ocean. Largely,
one cannot exist without the other. On many a day, this thought helps me make sense of why I struggle at times to be in the world.

An existential crisis flowing from primal, innate and passionate core emotions.

*Amanzi means water in Zulu. My goddaughter, aged 2 years, shouts this so passionately when she would like a drink. My narcissism occasionally allows me to fool myself into believing that she is calling for my soul.

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