The support structures used to hold the lies of fallacious White integration are falling. The center cannot hold anymore. Blacks are now up and fighting for what’s rightfully theirs. Beyond doubt, it is never too late, Steve Biko warned, we ignored him. We have suffered chronically at the cost of our apathy and sky rocketing levels of cognitive dissonance. The 1994-democracy project of integration and compromise remains the biggest lie inter alia forced on minds and throats of the Black oppressed majority of South Africa, through the White matrix. A country built on blood and tears as a result of White thievery, greed, evilness and inhuman acts of degradation, emotional demolition, ontological terror, humiliation, and many other things colonialists deemed fit to employ to dehumanize Africans.
The black brother and sister are now holding each other’s hands in unison. Within the Black community, only those still overwhelmed by their white love among our ranks remain critic of this rapidly growing unity among Blacks. Now is the time to declare with hopeful voices “PEACE amongst BLACKS! WAR against the ENEMY!” The enemy remains white settler colonialism. A declaration of victory against the enemy, which has triumphed over a stolen nation for many years long. This time, I really foresee the fall of the statues of Cecil John Rhodes, Jan Van Riebeeck and their evil spirits which have continued to remain alive in the form of white Marxists, white liberals, white reformists, white judges, white constitutionalists, white academics, white artists, white businessman, white pastors including all other primary and secondary agencies of white settler colonialism. The statues may have already fallen but the spirit remains much alive in South Africa just as the spirit of King Leopold II of Belgium remains intact in the Congolese Nation although the statue has fallen.
The fall of White power is inevitable. Blacks are to be free. A rage for total emancipation is growing in South Africa, Africa, and in the diaspora. The term ‘black bodies’ are to be rendered irrelevant and part of history that is to be recorded in the perspective of Black society by Black Historians themselves. Blacks can’t take it anymore, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! We can no longer be slaves, sub-humans and second class citizens in the land of our forefathers. We want none of England but the whole of Africa to us, Africans, the rightful owners of the land in Africa.
The promised land can be seen through the imaginative eyes. I anticipate Black people dictating what happens in their land, how their cultural practices are preserved and the language to speak. Enough with the Black proud Francophone and Anglophone speakers. You might as well tear your flight ticket to the ‘mother country’ as Frantz Fanon would call the countries where the initial pioneers of colonialism in Africa originate. It will not be of necessity anymore, Blacks shall be in full sovereignty of their Being without having to idolize the Other being – those who are the primary sources of Western civilization – something which has often been the case.
I am fascinated at all times, when I think of the work – either artistic, intellectual, musical – Blacks would have produced had they not been under the hand of the colonial demonic philosophy of White supremacy. While thinking myself away, the thought of Mzwakhe Mbuli writing and performing poetry as an act of showcasing his love for his people and beauty of blackness floods my mind. What an opportunity cost for Black society, colonialism has cost us a great deal of beauty but we kept going and shining at all times.
Think for a minute if Steve Biko’s I Write What I like was chiefly a confession of his love for Black people and guidance on how to live in harmony the life of Blackness without him having to dabble between the good of blackness and the effects that the white thesis of racism has had on the Black Community. The list goes on and on, Africa is the land of greatness and almost all that is positive about the world and humanity. Amidst all the oppression intact, Blacks continued to express themselves through various channels, chiefly art and creativity. I wonder if the white colonial society in South Africa would have been able to endure the same brute force, humiliation, degradation and emotional demolition brought upon Black people in their own home land. Blacks have found life and love in a hopeless place, for that I am not only proud to be Black but rather grateful to be born within such a great society. Black people and their emancipation remains the first priority. YES, BLACKS. I MEAN BLACK FIRST and everything else that is found in Africa with a sense and belonging of Africanism.
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