Free Your MInd

Born to be kings yet raised and conditioned towards self destruction

For the purpose of profit of the master, Chances are that we’ll never get experience the self for we are perpetually erasing history. All the knowledge that carries all the mysteries of who we are and why we hear is this time.

You ve got to free yourself, you’ve got to free your mind none else but you

Awu Hhe Mama Awu Hhe Mama

Rebellion of the sons is the manifestation of knowledge yet we don’t rebel to destroy but to enhance growth for the fulfilment of the responsibility. To know thy strength is from knowing thy weaknesses

You’ve got to free your mind, you’ve got to free yourself none else but you.

Awu Hhe Mama Awu Hhe Mama.

Open your heart to understanding wisdom is for those who are free within a prisoner you are under the shadow of a master who keeps on tell you that ignorance is bliss and you miss a piece in the puzzle of life, Marcus Garvey say Know thyself and you shall free your mind.   

You’ve got to free your mind you’ve got free yourself none else but you, but you.

In creation

The African skies opened up to the sun and the orange painted the seashores with sweet soothing juices from ancient incarnations perfection portrayed on a maestro’s art it is a piece of work

The sun worked the skies light projecting the past illustrating on how the presence came into being the piece came alive animated by the celestial being in order of precise movement and gesture Maat is the order.

The day smiled in unbelief beholding the shadow show put up by creation echoers of melodies lingered on in the air as the wind raps them in ecstasy renewing the songs of migration renewing the songs of migration   

The water torched my fit and I felt the baptism from above as the tide rise to my knees I was transported to where divine dwelleth in strength she commanded attention her eyes piercing my heart. She is a queen yes she is creation, the waves splashed against the rocks evoking the spirit of the sea gals to speak the language of the people and take the seeds to the faraway lands so that the tress may grow

More than I could see more than I thought I knew the moment was lie in a vision truly angels do visit the sons of man it is no miracle no magic 

Forbidden Fruit

 Quietly connecting communion in the shadow of loud opinions

Tracing my inner evolution from eons of years when I dwelleth in secret

I can only hear my inner voice whispering in massive volumes articulating my days

My history told through actions of immorality, bases of understanding the self destructed and demolished with identity demise.

On the down fall of the waterfall I descend in rapid speed not knowing what is the end when I reach the ground. Destiny divided into dreams of prosperity and destruction.

Quietly I connect and commune, daily fighting to be immune to the cold weathers and harsh viruses.

To the forces that give life to these bones I strengthen communion as i gaze upon Zion

The covenant of the prominent , faithful ones.  In a distance I see shining like sparks

The victory of conquering this flesh and world around it

Communion overcrowding 

loud opinions

Through eons of time I trace my existence

from the days I dwelleth in secret 

manifesting into things that be 

as the tears of the sun from celestial, causal to physical

in the word that created the mystical from nothingness into being oceans the winds and the trees and all that manifested upon the face of the earth.

Along the paths that connect the world like the rivers that quench our thirst

From the east moving like the sun to villages townships, ghettos and slaveships

In the footsteps of the elephant when the lion raw in the midst of Kilimanjaro within the of Biko when the panther runs and the revolutionaries gather in resistance of the bad weather

Stange enough but good enough when the volcanic fire move the ground

With the voice of thunder and the Hurricane sweeps the streets and put silence upon all science Through eons of years I trace my existence when I dwelleth in secret manifesting into things that be that live ,things and beings that breath.   

Who We Are A Short Film By Zacharia Saki starring Menzi Mbnambi

Who Tells Our Story

I sit upon and fix my thought on the distant landscape,
listening to the sounds of the city telling stories,
the driller roaring in an unknown language,
the wind in between the buildings humming the same tune,
the streets telling our stories yet not really understood.

I penetrate the mechanism perpendicular to the point of reference,
take a chance in understanding he that tells our stories,
why and when do we get hear them...

I partake in picture perfection
prolonging the moment of hearing the story teller singing in my ears,
stories that awaken my fears,
tears I weap as the horizon becomes blare,
words turning sour as the tell-lie vision recites confussion,
colliding phylosophies,

I listen to the story tellers voice
yet not seeing nor knowing his origins,
he give just a portion of the story and the rest is ommission.

In between the days which are the pages of my existance,
I let go of the fear, let my wounds bleed exposed to the winds of change
within this cage of cash coupons and color coded criminals,
where the sun rise only to tell a story of a prisoner
who is said to be free in a context of Democracy,
His freedom is limited to the card system bar-coded
and ready to be sold to the highest bidder
in the market of souls, flesh and blood...

Head hunters make alliances with the slave masters,
pastors preaching a pre-paid gospel,
the prophet in the streets shouting,
"go tell it to the mountain, set my people free, set my people free"...

In a theatre of dreams where passion pushes performance.
It can take one a lifetime to see beyond these walls,
Beyond the grinding machine and the till rhythm,
life is lived and experienced

Let not the coins take away
reason and common sense
live to experience not through the lens
but in natural light.

A time came when the Arch was taken away fom the people, it was then exiled to foreign lands , those whose faith was in the Arch lamented for they new not that the Almighty One dwelleth all around and manifests where ever he wills. Then in this time they were to be taught that man is the Arch of Covenent, and the Law is written upon his heart.