MY PERSONAL JOURNEY OF SELF -REDISCOVERY.

By Namakando Nalikando Sinyama



It is with a great sense of Humility and Honour that I,Namakando Nalikando Wa Sinyama III, declare that , In keeping with my Personal epic sojourn on Earth, I embark on this mission of Self-Rediscovery by assuming a highly Revolutionary and Radical Afro-Centric Quest to reconnect with my ancestral Roots and seek Out That which We as Afrikans have hitherto been missing all along, which does, to a great extent explain away Our current State of Being as The Original People of The Book who Once Ruled The Earth. This is material only for those with a long enough attention span and those that have not been afflicted and succumbed to the yet to be officially acknowledged and diagonised  medical condition i have coined Acute Bibliophobia. From my pre-puberscent years,I started off by seriously doubting whether or not we were really The Architects and Originators of the many Disciplines of Medicine,Mathematics, Astronomy , a lot of which have been credited to Us. Looking back at how We carry on today as a People, I have found it rather increasingly hard to accept that,We indeed built The Geometrically imposing architectural masterpieces that the Pyramids are. Our behaviour today as Afrikans sometimes lends credence and adds fuel to the most demeaning categorisation we are ascribed by Cold-blooded Rednecked Hardcore Racists. We successfully give them Reasons to be Racist against us sometimes by the way we run Our affairs, which makes them blatantly refuse to accept that we are their equals,if that is what ate supposed to be. This, is me finally coming to grips with their justification and perspective and in turn, quite frankly their understandable but not acceptable reasons for their Racism against us.We have  given them many Reasons to be Racist against Us by Our very conduct. Some of them though, Hate Us for merely being Who we are, Black Afrikans. Unbeknownst to Most, The Historical Hatred directed towards The Afrikan, is more Spiritual than you think and has a lot to do with Your True Identity and Heritage that certain Quarters actually attest to and which has been The World's Best Kept Secret, The True Identity of Gods People Today.The Scientific World Community has slightly emboldened me by lightening this heavy load which has , for many years weighed in on my bemusement with their Revelation from Project Lucy that Africa, has indeed been The Cradle of Civilization all along. I have since been grappling with a raging Question as to when did it All Go Wrong? Where did We miss it and lose it all and to be so unassailably overtaken by other Races in all matters of Our endeavours ? The Explanations offered by Conscious Bredrin in their Hard-Hitting Reggae lyrical pieces where they have long since sought to teach Us who we really are and what happened to Us as a people of Colour seem to sadly fall Short. It is only rather sad that many do not lend an ear to this genre of Artistic expression(Reggae), as it carries a societal tag that makes it seem socially unacceptable as its proponents are considered outcasts when they have been vessels of great Wisdom that may well prove to be our only Hope for rediscovering who we are. For instance , Robert Nesta Marley sings of The Generation Gap left by the marauding Slave Traders who captured Our able bodied ancestors who were, by extension, Our Custodians of Vast Cultural experience and a plethora of knowledge but who sadly, were uprooted and ferried to the Americas and beyond during the worst blemish on the collective Human Consciousness that the Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade was. We read how Our people were jettisoned over board like worthless excess cargo,resulting in the Worst Holocaust ever witnessed in living memory. This explanation though,scarcely suffices in quenching my thirst and quest of Knowing What really Went wrong with Us. The Judeo-Christian writings as well, have sought to explain away Our current Chain of Being as a People as having been due to a very Powerful Curse that was metted out on Us as The Original True Biblical Hebrew Israelites on account of Our disobedience to the Laws of Our God,YahWeh as recorded at Deutronomy 28: 1- 68. This, i have later discovered ,has only increased my levels of bemusement as 'half the story has never been told 'indeed. We need to See The Light and conquer the sometimes self-inflicted veil of ignorance bringing Darkness. The Hardcore Talmudic Racists have also latched onto Our condition by proposing or offering an alternative narrative by fanning The Hamitic Myth (Noah’s supposed ‘curse’ of Ham one of his Sons and ultimately myriads of negrescent (Blacks) after him. This story has everlastingly assigned to the African, the role of servitude as divinely cursed servants of white people. This Proselytized fake  'jewish'  Ashkenazim fabrication of the Hamitic Myth has provided the moral pretext upon which the entire slave trade grew and flourished.

I therefore, leave you with the words of One of the Greatest luminaries alive in the World today,who I humbly beseech every Afrikan ,who cares , even in the least, to understand Who They Are, Where they Are From,Where they Are Now and Why, and Perhaps, More Importantly,Where they are going and What they Must do as an imperative to successfully get there. How they will finally reposition themselves again on The Table and Comity of Nations to reclaim their past granduer and Lost Glory.
May these words serve as an Eternal guide and beacon of Hope and may they find fertile ground in your Soul and Resonate with your Divine Spirit and have meaning as they have had with Me. Selah!!!

THIS I CHOOSE

By Nthlathle Credo Vusamazulu Mutwa (1964)

O give me not the strident, Demon wail
Of penny whistle and tea-chest guitar;
Nor give me tales of those who rode the trail
Deep in the West of far America!

Oh, not for me the songs and nonsense tales
That thrill the modern rabble rout
Who, leaving far behind their tribal values
With traitor zest, ape ‘culture’ from without!

Rather than the modern crooner’s foreign voice,
Or the loud howls of modern township jive,
I shall leave far behind that mad’ning noise
And hurry home where Tribal Elders live.

There ‘neath baobabs or flat-topped munga trees
Where nestling birds with many tongues argue,
And flaming aloes bless the smiling breeze
With heady scent; and where the distant view
Of scowling mountains ‘gainst the silver sky
With dread and reverence fill the misted eye!

Where, on the gentle slopes of ancient hills there browse
The bearded goats, the sheep, the shambling cows;
And loud above his lowing wives the bull
With awful bellow, dares the distant foe!

There I shall sit before Ubabamkulu
Who shall relate to me the Tales of Yore.
There I shall kneel before the old Gegulu
And hear legends of Those-that-lived-Before.

There I shall live in spirit once again
In those great days now gone forever more;
And see again upon the timeless plain
The massed impi of so long ago.

The words of men long dead shall reach my soul
From the dark depths of all-consuming Time
Which like a muti, shall inflame my whole—
And guide my life’s canoe to shores sublime.

Clear with the soul’s time penetrating eye
I shall see great empires rise, flourish and die.
I shall see deeds of courage or of shame
Now forever carved on the Drum of Fame.

With Shaka’s legions I shall march again—
A puppet knowing neither joy nor fear;
Which trained to kill, heeds neither wounds nor pain,
And knows no other love save for its spear.

I shall feel once again the searing heat
Of love in hearts that have long ceased to pulse
And with Mukanda shall captain the fleet
Of war canoes; and storm Zima-Mbje’s walls.

Here is these stories still told by the old,
I feel the soul and heartbeat of my race
Which, I cannot in tales by strangers told—
For these, within my heart I have no place!

The tree grows well and strong, Oh children mine
That hath its roots deep in the native earth;
So honour always thy ancestral line
And traditions of thy land of birth!