We Nomlambo, weNomlambo uphuma phi?
Kwaqhamuka wena, thina savuya sonke…
Nomlambo, Nomlambo where do you come from?
You appear in our midst and suddenly we are all so happy…
(An extract from Love Child, a collection of poetry and writing by Gcina Mhlophe)
Gcina Mhophe’s simple but beautiful story of a young lady who suddenly arrives in a village and makes peace and happiness for all around her has always stuck in my mind since the day I read it. It is such a lovely reflection on the way in which a person can enter a group of people’s lives and change the way they think and feel.
Recently at Beloved Beadwork, a Love Child has entered our midst also.

Nomgcobo joined us initially to help out with the curtains we were making for Bili Bidjocka (pictures to follow), and showed an instant flare for detailed and complex work. But it wasn’t her competency that brought us such joy, it was her manner. Initially I feared that she would feel isolated as she happened to be in a linguistic minority in that particular group (she was the only Xhosa speaker with 11 Lingala speakers and 1 Kirundi speaker), but to everyone’s amazement she was soon picking up enough Lingala to be able to greet everyone in the morning and laugh at their jokes.
Nomgcobo has studied fashion design, but her flair for clothing style goes beyond something taught. I always look forward to seeing her to see what clothes she’s picked out! When I took this photo I noticed she was wearing our Chocolate Brownie colour scheme. Sticking mostly to browns, she always picks out brighter colours in the patterns of her skirts with the colour of her head scarf.
This is what I love about my job. Just when everything feels settled and comfortable, a beautiful event happens to shake us all up! I’ll leave the last words to Gcina again:
From that time on, always in January, when the moon was full, the two villages came together on the battlefield, not to fight this time, but the celebrate, to sing and dance and play many, many drums. Some of the songs they sang were in praise of Nomlambo, the ‘love child’ as the old women called her.





















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