Awa akukafaneli ngombana ikolelo yakho ingeyakho akekho umuntu onelungelo lokobana akukhethele bona ukholelwe kiyiphi ikolelo. Lokha nawukhethela umuntu ikolelo angayifuniko umuntu loyo angagcina ahlala ezwa ubuhlungu ehliziyweni yakhe begodu aphile kabuhlungu. But, would our God let that be? Does she hear our prayers? Maybe we have changed so much and she can no longer recognize us. Or, we have lost our Language and she can no longer hear us. If she did why would she let her children lay on the scale like pigs to be butchered and sold? Mantombi calls upon God on Somandla. She reminds her that where we cannot help ourselves we look up to her to intervene. Mantombi insists that when we are ready to admit that we can no longer walk on our own we must follow the spirit, and when the spirit has spoken we must listen. Umoya uthethile assures us that our concerns are not that of materiality only, but we are a spiritual people. An ‘accumulation of flesh’ Hartman, S. V. (1997). Scenes of subjection: Terror, slavery, and self-making in nineteenth-century America. or ‘socially dead’ Wilderson, F. B. (October 01, 2015). Social Death and Narrative Aporia in 12 Years a Slave. Black Camera: an International Film Journal (the New Series), 7, 1, 134-149 ? Perhaps, but the inescapable ‘zone of non-being’ Fanon, F., Philcox, R., & Appiah, A. (2008). Black skin, white masks.at pg 2 is not the only zone we traverse.