Monday, May 16, 2011

When The Sun Sets Silent Screams Are Heard


I still hear them silent scream…from afar like a chordless hymn, it seems as if this land will never be regained by the African for it is continuously sold through the ballot, X is the price. Some have no idea yet they are in the forefront of selling motherland.

Elections are an easy process for a man who's a populist, people cannot decide on their own but they are fed propaganda through media and every communication device you can get. They are led astray by the same man whom they think led them to freedom. In this Azania that was turned to a republic, I see them flocking to polling station still selling you motherland, where is it all going to end. They say the beginning is the end. The beginning of democracy was the end to humanity and birth to hypocrisy, lies of the capitalist and the ambitious politician. The ruling party has adopted the European ideologies as the right ones for the African people, the American Culture and philosophies as priority above the African. Our people have been misled and misguided by the so called revolutionaries who sold the country and made alliance with the oppressor. It is a tragic situation for us the oppressed because nothing ever changes, now we are more obsessed with money our lives turning into a joke everything is funny. A black man burns on the streets by the hand of another black man, violence escalating amongst brotherhood, who is the enemy? The white man is freely eating cream and honey it was his freedom and their freedom, the freedom of the chosen Mandela's not of the African people. I see them going to vote I wonder what is the next decade bringing to us, how much exploitation will be enforced by the so called job creation, where are we going to be in the next ten years of this struggle…like a burning candle I know that we have to continue with struggle. This is a time when our effort is needed, when Africa reveals that which has been hidden. In time Africans shall see that we have been cheated thus a true revolution is needed… OH! Africa motherland, Africa my home, ikhaya lami i-Afrika. The land of the black, the land of kings turned into slaves and now it is called the land of the poor, and the suffering, the poor of the poorest. Oh my Africa when will thou awake…our minds have been conquered with the illusions of freedom, we have been divided into elite, middle and the poor class. Majority being the latter, and they are the ones to whom fear has been installed. The poor is afraid of rebelling because they have been made to believe that one day things might change it will be better. The filthy politician canvasses for votes so that he can still sit on the high sit and enjoy our blood, rejoice lying to us saying we have a choice yet in real truth he knows we have no choice. YOUR VOTE IS NOT YOUR VOICE!..

Our struggle cannot be won through a ballot paper…

MenzI Mbonambi

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

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Sanctions of Our Lifetime


For many years the people of Africa have tried to fight and rebel against the system up until the fear conquered, we had been taught of sanctions. Our political leaders have trusted and dependent on the west believing that our prosperity and freedom comes from that direction. Since the system of slavery, colonialism and apartheid in South Africa, the African has never been in peace but pretences of being peaceful. Our freedom is limited to certain structures that oppresses and depress the natural growth of the human mind. How does a land suffer with such wealth, such might and such magnitude?

Robert Mugabe has been said to be worst leader, a dictator killing his own people, grown old in government without understanding. Yet when I listen to him, he talks of total independence but the people of Zimbabwe are crossing the border coming to South Africa. Total independence from who? The west… America and Britain hence there are sanctions on the people of Zimbabwe. Sanctions have been put to the people of Zimbabwe by the west and the corporate world but not on the leader whom these sanctions are suppose to punish. I question myself…does he feel these sanctions. The people of Africa have survived for a thousand and a hundred thousands of years, migrating the continent before the system of dependence and independence came into picture. The land has always provided for its own people as the birds found shelter on its trees, the lion and the elephant feeds on it freely, the land has always provided for its own people. The introduction of the system of ownership and capitalism brought much strive and poverty as it eliminates humanity in its practice and laws. It only benefited those who created it, they had created a working class who serves and depend on their pockets, somehow this was called making a living which is the way of survival nowadays. These are the people who control the money flow, making sure who gets what, how much, where in the world, for what. It is important to them that the money does not go to the wrong hands. But has it ever occurred to you that you ask yourself if the world has not enough money to feed everyone in the world, where does the outdated food goes to from shelves in that supermarket? What happens to the bread when it is not bought, do they throw it away or they give it to the poor?

The people of Africa have been made slaves beyond their understanding and we have been driven to understand that which is an illusion. The masses depend on the jobs created by this system, without these jobs children suffer in their homes, there is no food in their homes, but remember the land had always provided for its people. The idea of a land and its people springs up many questions…how can you separate men from the land, what is men without the land. Where the sun rises and days animated by the beauty of the life force that connects him to the soil, his motherland. History told about his roots and the path that his forefathers trod. Who is she without him? Sanctions, it is what we have been living with for many years after the arrival of the colonial master. I am not different from a Zimbabwean person because in South Africa I also sleep without a plate of food in my stomach, in South Africa I am also harassed by the police, sprayed with the pepper spray, them looking for my papers, my African identity. My sustainability is limited to a certain position thus putting me into a class where I have to conform, sometimes labeled working class or the newly created poor of the poorest which is at the bottom of the pyramid. Therefore these are sanctions sanctioning the soul from its natural freedom and life under the sun. They destroy our ability to think and being productive in our habitat, sanctioning us so that we never stop working for them. Producing for the super rich, Africa’s wealth, the first fruits of our first borns. Sanctions of our lifetime that keeps us rotating around poverty depicted as disadvantaged nations living in the third world. If Mugabe is fighting for total independence we are also with him but we must first be independent from him then the people of Africa shall fight for total independence as one unit. Total independence, total freedom for the African people, where a man is not made to depend on the mine owners or factory bosses to secure the future of his children. Independence from the struggle of superiority, inferiority syndrome that destroys us, makes us fight amongst ourselves. Hence Afro-phobia the so called xenophobia which clearly explains self hate amongst the African people and their identity, a product of our colonial history and all injustices of the past.

This is what we Africans and this generation of leaders have not come to understand yet. It will still take sometime before our eyes are opened, before the mist evaporates. We are now living under these sanctions because fear of the other sanctions has been installed in our thoughts and dwellings. Fear of rebelling against the master, now he says there is a global economic crisis but we still believe him. We have been living faced with the culture crisis, lost of morals in our society, lost of land and loved ones through poverty and from many operations of the Western system. What must we believe, from which lips? This has driven the people to loose hope on the recovery of the land and they have forgotten its ability to feed all that dwelleth on it. Forgotten the strength within us as the people of Africa hence these sanctions in our lifetime… Menzi Mbonambi

Pace of Time

Pace of time, traces of the past, trust broken

And promises betrayed. Brutal burials bulldozers

Turning the achievers into big losers, begging for a living

In the streets, trees barring wrong fruits, sour days with bitter

Schemes, dreams destroyed exchanged for deadly stream that dissects

Menkind into pieces and destroy the purpose. Deadly ways of the modern beings.

Songs that sings of dishonor and lies, betrayal and adultery.

Pace of time directly proportional to the beat of the heart, like a shadow show

It passes without remembrance. Pamphlets and billboards crowding the road to understanding. Pace of time in a race with life, humanity and reason

Imprisonment of the thought and destruction of the plot. Hot wings and ways of the ungodly. Pace of time with the trace of the past untraceable, future seeming impossible,

Probably because of the pace of time…