These words are from a movie translation of
a book called ‘The Host’ by Stephenie Meyer. It may seem like I tend to do more
of movie review posts, but truth is I’m more inclined to watch a movie or read
a book more than three times to find what the book/movie is about under altered
atmospheres. And every time I do so, I feel as if different people read it.
Concerning these words from this movie, you
may begin to wonder and imagine this kind of, “the earth at peace, no hunger
and violence.” Then you begin to weigh it against reality, our reality is that
these things do not exist everywhere, the contrary exists. Honesty, courtesy
are things that we have seemed to forget that they exist, due to what we
experience, witness within society and ourselves.
We can relate to having no peace, from the moment
when one is born, one gets a slap on their buttocks whilst they being upside
down to be welcomed to this world, whatever it is. We get to experience that
there is no kindness, sometimes, on this Terra. Although we do not have to
always acknowledge it, for we admit to defeat and deny ourselves unending victory.
Having bred up in a big family, where we
were used to sharing everything as kids. We were taught Ubuntu, that when one does
not have, you have to share what you have, be it the little of it. Now as we
grow older, I do not witness the same love that we used to share as brothers
and sisters in the younger ones of this generation.
And this further goes wider to my nurturer Africa.
I may not be a political head, but some other things need not a comrade or
political scientists to figure out the things of this continent, nor become one
to govern and lead a nation. With all the catastrophes that have been occurring
in our continent recently, one simply has to redefine what foreign means/is. I suppose
the word country has to be replaced by continent.
What happened in our communities recently
is disconcerting. How can one *kill the hand that feeds him? We are too blind
to see or even know what we are doing. It really pains me to have witnessed the
actions of ignorant African breeds looting stores of our fellow brothers. Then
we say there will be no hunger when hunger is amplified with violence, violence
that has been orchestrated from mental slavery. Ignorance that feeds on our
brothers and sisters who are blind to see that mental slavery pulls the strings
of our actions. Mental slavery that we, until today, are adamant to free
ourselves from.
Mentally enslaved that we defy our own
natural African beauty, to conform to the idea of those who inflicted slavery,
mentally, intellectually and even economically. Mental enslaved that we kill
our brothers and sisters for making it in life more than us, yet we remain radically
enslaved. We are bound to please the world, the world that has conformed to a
certain type of body, hair, voice, beauty, mind, walk, and spirituality. Only the
mind can free itself from its slavery, but how can the mind see that it is in
chains when the same chains look like golden head bracelets; when these chains
look like make-up to hide one’s flaws. When these chains are the hair of whom-knows
a dead woman on top of an African woman, who was told and taught that her own
natural skin and hair are too muddy and stiff for her own representative image.
How can such crouching misdemeanours stoop so high, curb the consciousness of
one’s own true self, the black consciousness.
As I have said in ‘Reflections: Feedings
& Breedings’, that we are inventions, we have to be proud of Africa. Let us
invent the generations that will regenerate Africa and let her be proud to be
of our own blood instead of shedding blood, sweat and tears for what is not. I
am no saint to the whole system, but knowing opened my mind, it may hurt but it
heals through contemplation rather ignorance which kills and leaves no
revelation.
“Our African selves have been invaded by a
foreign race, we are no longer ourselves, and our Africa is no longer ours. This
alien race occupies almost every African being on this continent. The few
conscious who have freed themselves from this slavery are on the run to free
others. No one can free themselves from oppression unless they acknowledge that
they are afflicted.” – Goitsemang Mvula, ____________ (book not yet discovered)
No one has to say, “Perhaps there could be
no joy on this planet without no equal weight of pain to balance it on some
unknown scale.” – The Host. The world we are living in is not for us to live in
for eternity, but for us to better it as much as it naturally does, to create a
regeneration-native world that we would love to live in if we would be
reincarnated to be the next 5 generations. For the time we will find peace in
these times is when we rest in peaceful pieces rather than in a peaceful piece.
The call has been transmitted to those who
have heard it and made themselves available to its heed.
“Knowing hurts but ignorance kills” – Goitsemang S. Mvula
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