OF LEVELS AND PISCES : Enter GENERAL KANENE.
By Namakando Nalikando-Sinyama
Granted that,although you would never ordinarily catch me dead lending an ear to his particular Music genre , I however, find General Kanene's latest artistic offering in Big Fish or 'Nsomba Ikulu' , a spot on piece of Social Commentary punctuated with quite Witty and well thought out social intercourse anecdotal renderings. He has carefully Remade or remastered the Nigerian P Square's 2019 hit song 'Nobody Ugly' and hijacked the beat to make it his own and perhaps, more importantly, embued it with irrefutably captivating relevance as regards the goings on in the Zambian social calender circles. The usually not so obvious Class distinction between patrons of public Mingling places is highlighted in this Song. There is a clique of Patrons that have been outted in this song who are seen lurking in the shadows and exude a distinctive aura of genteel sophistry which he urges Women of Easy virtue to try and sniff out or pick up on if ever they were to embark on an Angling Excursion in the cover of the night and were serious about landing Zeb Hogan's Positively 'Moster' Fish.
Kanene's artistic tenacity has come full circle and further goes to prove that , despite his usual bland and witless deafening racket he impregnates the airwaves with, which folks want to allow to pass as music and his now only too familiar Infractions with the Law on account of his randy nature that makes him gravitate and lavish over borderline nubile nymphets, the chap is not such a bad musician sometimes after all. This, even when he is given to persuasions of that Old man in that Book by Vladmir Nabokov, Lolita. He has effectively managed to seemingly recover from having been snabbed and thrown under the proverbial truck by his previous paymasters he used to sing for maybe due to his perceived Political Ethnic Incorrectness and through his repetitive social shenanigans which saw him get jettisoned as unrequired excess buggage and left to languish in gaol.
Lesson Learnt, "In Life ,if you are persistence at what you like doing, You eventually attain some degree of proficiency you hitherto never thought Possible." The end result of which can only sheer financial and spritual sense of abundance and fulfilment that not even Money can give you.
Thursday, June 27, 2019
Saturday, February 16, 2019
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!
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!
Wednesday, February 13, 2019
100 % PASS RATE!
100% countrywide Grade Seven Pass Rate amidst massive Examination Leakages!!!😳 🤣🤣🤣🤣What should that be put down to now,able Leadership right?🙄
What are we saying here exactly? Is this outcome statistically a virtual impossibility? Not quite,if you believe that with a little more effort even Pigs can fly,it is just that ,when you are only too aware of your Population's peculiarities, it is only then that the Biometric asinine absurdity of it all becomes too apparent. Ladies and Gentlemen,there are Jokes and there are jokes. This result pushes the hilarious to extremely dizzy zenithal heights alright. Just when you thought you had heard and seen it all. This makes one completely lose faith in anything to do with numbers and counting of scores.Yes,Elections as well,especially that. What chunk or batch of results could have been artificially inflated to achieve this rare Event? What pedagogical 'miracle' can these 2018 Grade Seven Results be attributed to so that the feat can be replicated over and over again in the coming years?It would have been more rational to simply state that all Grade seven Examinations have been discontinued so that all pupils reach Grade Nine as a bare minimum so that they can be empowered with the very basics of Reading and Writing. This would then help reduce the negative impact of early marriages on the Girl child who would be supported with knowledge on Gender issues and maternal health.
What are we saying here exactly? Is this outcome statistically a virtual impossibility? Not quite,if you believe that with a little more effort even Pigs can fly,it is just that ,when you are only too aware of your Population's peculiarities, it is only then that the Biometric asinine absurdity of it all becomes too apparent. Ladies and Gentlemen,there are Jokes and there are jokes. This result pushes the hilarious to extremely dizzy zenithal heights alright. Just when you thought you had heard and seen it all. This makes one completely lose faith in anything to do with numbers and counting of scores.Yes,Elections as well,especially that. What chunk or batch of results could have been artificially inflated to achieve this rare Event? What pedagogical 'miracle' can these 2018 Grade Seven Results be attributed to so that the feat can be replicated over and over again in the coming years?It would have been more rational to simply state that all Grade seven Examinations have been discontinued so that all pupils reach Grade Nine as a bare minimum so that they can be empowered with the very basics of Reading and Writing. This would then help reduce the negative impact of early marriages on the Girl child who would be supported with knowledge on Gender issues and maternal health.
SHOCKING HYPOCRISY: RACISM AT CLIFTON BEACH,SOUTH AFRICA.
When the collective consciousness was aroused by the sheer repugnance of the utter audacity of open and unbridled Racism at this open access Public Beach, the people opted to communicate their anger in the most emotive way possible. They slaughtered a Sheep on the beach as a symbol of a cleansing ritual to rid it of the evil blemish of racial segregation. What we have seen is a huge expression of sympathy for the Sheep from Animal Rights Groups and The Humane Society in South Africa. The hypocrites campaigned vehemently for the Sheep to be spared and they sought to have its Rights to Life protected. They sent letters and campaign pleas but to no avail. Its carcass was eventually eaten at a braai on the very Beach.
Why did they seem to be oblivious to the injustice of Racism when Black people were barred from their ancestral Land solely based on their skin hue? This segregation was clearly an infringement on their quality of Life and it is a total disregard of their Human Rights but they chose to support the Sheep and begged for its Life when they were extremely quiet in the light of racially motivated human lynchings of people of colour.
THE FALLACY THAT IS FATE OR PREDESTINATION.
In Arabic we call it Kis'met. To all the believers and adherents to the falsehood and intellectual airlock that is the human existence of a life pre-planned and foretold and us merely fitting in simply as pawns in the grand scheme of things at the behest of other higher determinants of our great chain of being. If a Tornado,Hurricane or Tsunami strikes does it occur in your mind to say that those people's time had truly come to die? If a Bus or any form of public passenger mode of transport carriers off the road and kills many, does it really make sense to any satient and truly thinking Homosapien to believe that ,somehow by sheer happenstance a randomly constituted crowd can so conveniently board the same Bus and be killed together because their collective day to die was synchronised in the heavenly Chronicles. This is to some of us balderdash and sheer Hamburg.
THE PHILOSOPHY OF MODESTY: AN AFFRONT ON A HEDONISTIC LIFESTYLE
"The outward aesthetic appeal of any Distance Reducing Contraption that Motor Vehicles are is essentially a hedonistic allure meant for onlookers since when inside, either as a passenger or driver, you are largely oblivious to its outside Beauty which you only briefly appreciate when getting into it. Are you really justified in paying all that extra money to sustain an aura of a cosmetic flashy materialistic existence using a Car as the Status symbol to project your Station in Life?" - Namakando Nalikando-Sinyama
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