Mdukatshani - Fifty Years of Beading

They wore scented corms around their necks with the patina of antique leather but apart from diviners in touch with their calling, it was rare to see anyone in beads. Beads were too expensive for adornment. A handful cost as much as ten kilograms of mealie meal, so they were bought out of necessity to honour the spirits, and strung up as amulets to ward off harm and disease. When a group of pretty young makotis (young married women) enrolled as our first crafters they had never handled needle and thread. Their clothes were not sewn. They were knotted or tied. A needle was a foreign object. They were going to struggle with the difficulties of threading fine needles, and stitching was demanding and slow. Some made it, many fell away. But those who stayed had an affinity for beads that would carry them through periods of hardship and war. For there were going to be 21 conflicts on our boundaries in the years ahead, Mthembu fighting Mthembu, Mchunu fighting Mchunu, impis hiding in the bush on the farm making Mdukatshani part of a war zone. The beads continued, however, offering the woman a kind of refuge, a place to meet and pray and talk before following their separate paths into the hills to feed the men in the impis. Orders were often interrupted or stalled as men were killed in the fighting. Husbands, uncles, nephews, sons – everyone had somebody on the other side, and the Bead Day allowed an exchange of messages, an openness impossible anywhere else. When the trouble was over new widows in black joined the queue. The beads were going to help with rebuilding, picking up the pieces, just going on. Going on was sometimes all we could do, holding together, sharing the heartache, but sustained on enduring bonds of friendship and trust.

Phontsi Mvelase was one of our star crafters when she was shot at home in April 1988. Her two small sons, Indoda (10) and Insizwa (3) were with her when she died. Although one of her killers left his hat on a bush, there were no arrests. Her death would leave a shadow on the years.

Jabulile Ndlovu was living at Msusamphi when fighting broke out in the village early in 1987. In March, her home was one of the many burnt to the ground by a raiding impi. The war would last four years and leave the village gutted. Few of the crafters who had to rebuild their homes ever returned to beads.

Qhubekile Ndlela was ill for years before she died of TB leaving a young family of three boys. Sitting with her here is Khalisile Mvelase one of the few women who failed to learn beads but is now in charge of the Mdukatshani cleaning and maintenance team.

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Mdukatshani – Fifty Years of Beading