(1). History of my Ancestors was written in blood. History written in blood shall never be erased by the lies written in ink. (Truth is like a surgery, it hurts but it heals. Lie is like a painkiller, it gives instant relief but has side effects forever).
(2). My Ancestors are not in (His)tory. In truth they are not in any story. Our Ancestors have never been recorded. My Ancestors are a Divine Spirit that never leaves our present. No story can record my Ancestors because they are not in time. So I won't seek my Ancestors in any story, but in the always timeless ever present stillness and silence of now.
(3). Once upon a time in Afrika, we paid no tax, there was no inflation, there was no unemployment, there was no AIDS, there was no corruption, there was no debt crisis, there was culture, there was respect and there was Ubuntu. Then the European came to improve things.
(4). Religion is how my Ancestors lost their culture, future, values and their ways. But it's never too late to stop the rot, restart and rise again from my own roots. The darker the flesh the deeper the roots.
(5). They came with a bible and their religion stole our land, crushed our spirit...and now they tell us we should be thankful to the Lord for being saved. I don't bow to false God of my oppressors. I have the blood of warriors that runs through my veins. I will not insults my Ancestors!! Never!!!
(6). They laughed at my Ancestors clothes, and they made our Ancestors change their clothes. They laughed at my Ancestors name and made them change their names; but most importantly they laughed at our God and made us change our God.
(7). Once upon a time a white man proposed a game to the kids in Afrikan tribe. He put a busket full of fruits near a tree and told them that whoever got there first won the sweet fruits. When he gave the signal to run they all took each other's hands and they ran together, then sat in a circle enjoying their treats. When he asked them why they chose to run as a group when they could've had more fruits individually. One child spoke up and said: "UBUNTU", how can one of us be happy if others are sad?
(8). The age of believing is over, we're in the age of knowing. The words of the wise teach many people but fools die in want for wisdom.
(9). I walk like I have 10 000 Ancestors walking behind me. Peace to my Ancestors and my elders. I walk in your strength, legacy and power, today and forever. I ask my Ancestors to protect me, guide me, to teach me, and to raise me to understand the creative intelligence and life force within me. I am my Ancestor and my Ancestor is me. This is the truth of my life and it shall remain truth beyond infinity.
(10). My Ancestors died for me to live. Death was their ultimate sacrifice. I salute all the African Ancestors who died in battlefield against land thieves. The ones who died with their fist in the sky. They didn't die in vain, we gonna rise again. I will always remember the last words of Solomon Kalushi Mahlangu. He said; "TELL MY PEOPLE THAT I LOVE THEM AND THEY MUST CONTINUE WITH THE STRUGGLE. MY BLOOD WILL NOURISH THE TREE THAT WILL BARE THE FRUITS OF FREEDOM. ALUTA CONTINUA" (then he raised his right fist in the sky). I Neo Moletsane love you too Papa Solomon Kalushi Mahlangu and I promise you that I will continue with the struggle, furthermore I will die with my fist in the sky. Aluta Continua victory is certain.
Let me leave it here, even though I got more to say. I love you all.
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