15/07/2013
Shall we wait for the trompeta
Living in the past is a commodity of philosophers and historians and becomes the pinnacle of what is deemed to be. The unravelling part of this statement is history never stops writing it self going forward. Either on a book or as a tale told to young children by their descendant’s... history continues. As naïve as we are as Africans it is hard to pounder at what is. Intellects and thought revolutionaries who where already predicted and made by what they eat as food for thought from the many manuscripts of the oppressed and oppressor gave birth to cowards of paper and words.
I for one have never filled my head with “ke a itse”, “mang mang said”, “what and who said”, “who did what”. Reality depicts it self in present time. So who needs convincing is it people reading or writing these manuscripts or the ones who take pictures or who exactly?. For fear of spoon feeding or instigating any form of rebellious character I say. I was born from a womb no different from a dog or savage, I’m a product of secretion my fathers bone marrow and body fluid which developed from foetus to a living Motho in my mother tongue.
As clearly read I have no dought in who I am and what I am. Even the terms that have been given to me like BLACK AFRICAN sometimes be little my GODLY EXISTENCE. In many times beyond thoughts imaginary or imagination, I see exactly, what I saw when I first could interpret what those before me had imagined and thought if they could why can I not.. So this remains a patron life of submission and fear, full human beings who fear themselves. In an attempt to break walls before they break yours. Unity is something we live with us. The conquered like slogans while the conqueror’s march in un-announced to entice the already conquered mind so be weary of the time that be and get ready to live without fear... The question is shall we wait for the Trompeta na?.
Black Jeso
