A Repressed Dream
By Mocholoko (Dr), Zulumathabo Zulu © 2019
Like steam under pressure
A felt need to give off steam
To release a repressed dream
A tirade against the chains
Well defended by warplanes
To bust chains with diatribe
Does not break chains of the tribe
Steam like repressive pressure
Must attain release pleasure
Mutwa warns sweet turns into bile,
There is death in every pleasure!
Without knowing the solution taxa
They mistake venting for solving
Unrestrained urges like loving
A cultural compass provides direction. It provides the moral code. It also provides an authentic sense of identity. Identity is like water. It cannot and must not be diluted. You can dilute tea. You can dilute milk but you cannot dilute water. How can you dilute the essence of life? Water is comprised by three elements namely (1) hydrogen; (2) hydrogen and (3) oxygen. If these elements were to be seperated, they would kill you. Even the fish does not and cannot breath atomic oxygen otherwise it would perish. The gills only extract dissolved molecular oxygen from water.
Hydrogen will kill you instantly. The highly dangerous atomic oxygen would turn you into a conflagrant fireplace and kill you within seconds. The entire Apollo 1 crew was incinerated by a conflagrant fire on January 27, 1967 during a rehearsal test as a result of high pressure oxygen that was ignited by a faulty electrical source. The elements of water are unlike water which is life giving. These elements only work in their pure; uncorrupted and original design of molecular union and correct concentration. You must not interfer with the sacrosanct design state of molecular synergy and the design purpose.
Water molecular structure. Red is the oxygen and grey is the hydrogen.
The African identity has three elements namely (1) the Mother; (2) the Father and (3) the Clan. These three elements must not be seperated. The integrity of these elements must not be broken. These elements are existential to the survival experience of the African Natives. They need the synergy of a clannish union. There is danger when the clannish union is broken; compromised or corrupted. This is the case in the great land of Azania (South Africa) where moral decay has become legendary as a result of breaking the sacrosanct union of the clan. Izithakazelo/iziduko/diboko/direto come from the clan. There is death in the disassembly of the clannish system.
The talking drum Dundun of Nigeria. In the scholarly paper African Drum Telegraphy and Indigenous Innovation: African Contribution To Communication Science we pay a deserved tribute to our beloved brothers and sisters of Nigeria for this amazing innovative drum. There is no such a drum on the planet. Thank you Mother Afrika! Artist: Z. Zulu.
Like the great desert flower of the expansive Kgalagadi (Kalahari) that neurotically protects its seed underground for hundreds of years, we must also protect the cultural seed for the future generations. The desert flower puts counter measures and the moral code in place to ensure that the valuable seed is not destroyed by the underground bacterial decomposition. If the desert seed can survive that long, in the face of the ever probing; invading; disguising and overwhelming decomposers, then the desert seed can live forever. The desert seed never dies! The desert flower won’t allow that to happen because it can do something about it no matter what. La lucha debe continuar (the struggle must continue; umzabalazo mawuqhubeke; tseko ya tokoloho ha e qhobehe)! No rendirse (no surrender; asitheli; ha re inehele)! Nunca jamas (never never; neze; legale)! Thokoza Makhosi! (High Veneration To The Ancestors).
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To all the lovers of the continent of Africa
I am writing mathematics education modules at Nelson Mandela University for almost all phases. This puts us in a position where we could influence future generations of Africans and get everyone to appreciate the contribution of the continent to mathematics and other fields. I have already incorporated many aspects of the history of Kemet in my modules. It is always interesting to see the surprise in my students’ faces when I talk about the African origins of civilisation. I encourage them to engage and investigate, to explore the writings of Anta Diop and other African philosophers even though this is not really what the average South African university student does easily. They would like to be lectured to and prepared for exams. The common question when I bring up these writings which take them out of their comfort zones, is; “Is this for marks sir?’
Can anyone of you recommend readings, approaches, etc. that could make these modules relevant and prepare our students for a new era of relevant curricula that impart pride in our history.