Freedom From Mental Slavery shared the following link and had this to say about it: Reverends, Fathers and Dear Compatriots: The task that is given to fulfill is very delicate and requires much tact. You will go certainly to evangelize, but your evangelization must inspire above all Belgium interests. Your principal objective in our mission in the Congo is never to teach the niggers to know God, this they know already. They speak and submit to a Mungu, one Nzambi, one Nzakomba, and what else I don’t know. They know that to kill, to sleep with someone else’s wife, to lie and to insult is bad. Have courage to admit it; you are not going to teach them what they know already. Your essential role is to facilitate the task of administrators and industrials, which means you will go to interpret the gospel in the way it will be the best to protect your interests in that part of the world. For these things, you have to keep watch on disinteresting our savages from the richness that is plenty [in their underground. To avoid that, they get interested in it, and make you murderous] competition and dream one day to overthrow you. Your knowledge of the gospel will allow you to find texts ordering, and encouraging your followers to love poverty, like “Happier are the poor because they will inherit the heaven” and, “It’s very difficult for the rich to enter the kingdom of God.” You have to detach from them and make them disrespect everything which gives courage to affront us. I make reference to their Mystic System and their war fetish – warfare protection – which they pretend not to want to abandon, and you must do everything in your power to make it disappear. Your action will be directed essentially to the younger ones, for they won’t revolt when the recommendation of the priest is contradictory to their parent’s teachings. The children have to learn to obey what the missionary recommends, who is the father of their soul. You must singularly insist on their total submission and obedience, avoid developing the spirit in the schools, teach students to read and not to reason. There, dear patriots, are some of the principles that you must apply. You will find many other books, which will be given to you at the end of this conference. Evangelize the niggers so that they stay forever in submission to the white colonialists, so they never revolt against the restraints they are undergoing. Recite every day – “Happy are those who are weeping because the kingdom of God is for them.”
This Oath is a Spiritual Oath that has been written in the blood of
our ancestors.
This Oath has been written from the blood that dripped and
overflowed from slaveships,
the blood that dripped down the wound-opened backs of Blacks,
dripped down the necks strung by ropes swinging in the dull air from
tree branches,
dripped down the bullet holes of those who defied fear,
blood that dripped down the sacred mountains and flowed through the
sacred rivers;
dripped down every wound, gash, slash, and cut.
This Oath is the blood that dripped down
to moisten Mother Earth’s deserts, forests, and swamps.
This is an Oath in blood written by those mighty warriors
whose bodies were half-dead on the battlefields,
but whose souls had just begun to live.
This Oath we do take in their names,
We do take to continue their work of liberation,
as long as we walk and breathe upon the Earth.
We take this blood Oath so that one day the children and the unborn
will take the same Oath in our names.
We, the living, do take this Oath to give liberation and honor
to those who put themselves in harms way on the altar of freedom.
We take this Spiritual Oath to every single drop of Afrikan blood
that has flowed over the past centuries,
for every drop of Afrikan blood
that has flowed over the past several thousands of years.
In the names of our divine mothers and fathers
who chose to fight to be free or die trying,
we take this Oath to thee.
We take this Oath for every single drop of Afrikan blood
that moistened the grounds of slave dungeons,
blood that darken and soaked the wood of slaveships,
blood that dripped in the hot fields of oppression.
This Oath is smeared from the precious blood of that Afrikan man
that dripped while he was hanging on the gallows.
This Oath is smeared from the precious, precious blood of that
Afrikan woman
who was whipped and desecrated.
We take this consecrated Oath for those Afrikans who
gripped the knife,
grabbed the gun,
concealed the poison,
slashed the sword,
and were determined to be free or inflict divine justice on their
oppressors.
ASANTE TO Mukasa Afrika .
By Graeme Mkhalimi K
As we lay
Exchanging Sweat,Saliva and Skin.
Parallel were the state of minds comatozed.
A meseum of affection our bodies we diagnosed.
Loosing ourselves in entwined breaths unedited.
Drawing signutures on our torsos to ease the long we had each other collected.
As we lay
Sharing Words, Whispers and Whines.
We were cracking the mine inconquest for gold.
Our favourite movies we were, selfishly each other we hold.
We were one, like the hearts of those who die fighting.
But we would only smile crying.
As we lay
Allowing Caprice, Caresses and Contorts.
We let our guards down, trapped each other like fish on bait.
Interjecting each others touches like the great debate.
We were by us, for us to us.
Paralysis was oozing thoughts more thrust.
As we lay
Opening Doors, Drilling and Dwindling.
We married an essence no amnesia shall disconnect.
Our soft silky skins resolved to magnifying magnets infact,
with waves running along to a click of a second like homies.
We became a disco of racing anatomies.
As we lay
Giving Squizes, Scuffles and Scums.
Our hearts mumbled in a speed of light.
Lids betrayed the eyes when suddenly day became night.
The garden was watered in nature’s melody.
And i was reliving my greatest memory.
As we lay
we knew each other better, everyday. And between us it shall stay.
As we lay
a lot known waz shared, yet a lot unknown was shared.and we never shall tell it beter than the moment cared.
By Graeme Mkhalimi K
As we lay
Exchanging Sweat,Saliva and Skin.
Parallel were the state of minds comatozed.
A meseum of affection our bodies we diagnosed.
Loosing ourselves in entwined breaths unedited.
Drawing signutures on our torsos to ease the long we had each other collected.
As we lay
Sharing Words, Whispers and Whines.
We were cracking the mine inconquest for gold.
Our favourite movies we were, selfishly each other we hold.
We were one, like the hearts of those who die fighting.
But we would only smile crying.
As we lay
Allowing Caprice, Caresses and Contorts.
We let our guards down, trapped each other like fish on bait.
Interjecting each others touches like the great debate.
We were by us, for us to us.
Paralysis was oozing thoughts more thrust.
As we lay
Opening Doors, Drilling and Dwindling.
We married an essence no amnesia shall disconnect.
Our soft silky skins resolved to magnifying magnets infact,
with waves running along to a click of a second like homies.
We became a disco of racing anatomies.
As we lay
Giving Squizes, Scuffles and Scums.
Our hearts mumbled in a speed of light.
Lids betrayed the eyes when suddenly day became night.
The garden was watered in nature’s melody.
And i was reliving my greatest memory.
As we lay
we knew each other better, everyday. And between us it shall stay.
As we lay
a lot known waz shared, yet a lot unknown was shared.and we never shall tell it beter than the moment cared.
Your natural state is to be happy, peaceful, joyous, and full of excitement at being alive. In this natural state you wake up each morning eager to start the day. You feel wonderful about yourself and your relationships with the people in your life. You enjoy your work and derive a great sense of satisfaction from making a contribution that makes a difference. Your primary goal should be to organize your life in such a way that this is how you feel most of the time.
As a fully functioning, fully mature adult, you should be doing things everyday that move you toward the fulfillment of your potential. You should feel grateful for all your blessings in every area. If you are unhappy or dissatisfied in any part of your life, something is not right in your thoughts,feelings, or actions, and it needs to be corrected.
The starting point in unlocking your full potential is to realize that you already are a prince or princess, deep down inside.
The DOP
Red bled the sun upon a dying day.
I was red across the dial,in denial.
Purple bags bemoaning alcoholics’ eyes.
Blind, they still portray a depth of ruin You’ll never understand.
I boozed away until another trial,
Always doing wrong inside a wrong.
Inside a wrong, forgetting all the right.
Fretting, drinking, pinking up, stinking:
Ah! the whiskey; I drank another round.
Red eased into the night; black scoffed.
I was black across the eyes – no surprise!
I couldn’t pray,
I choked in red; died like a fish
Ripped, stripped by a shark.
I was cold,a deathly mound
Surrounded by an audience of shuffling feet.
Replete, my corpse had played its role.
No more.
No more.
