MothoMongwe: Audio
Definitions:
MothoMongwe: One person, One experience, One livelihood or A singular divine experience.
Gore: That.
Tokolose/Tokoloshe: A friend of ours whom we dislike sometimes because they like to play too much. His/Her last seen was in the early 00’s(I believe), today him or her is hiding(again) emakhaya.
Emakhaya: A place(preferably rural and full of primitives) where Blacks are alleged to have come from.
Races: Different people who exist on earth based on true, not perceived, differences.
Mega-mega: [Relating to the mind] Of a proportion that can’t be fathomed. A tricky, witchcrafty mind; I guess.
A great human being: An incarnate of God, the high conscious mind. Occasionally invited in by Mind altering substances. Done using rituals in Africa.
Sirius Constellation: A place far far away where Mama and Papa are vacationing, whilst you and I are in boarding school here on Earth. Our penalty was colluding with cosmic order(ain’t that ironic!).
Let’s get one thing straight!…
The language of BaTswana and BaSotho is very beautiful. It is dynamic and describes the sacredness of life in a vastly profound manner than English ever can. It’s a single language with many dialects. It has words for entities, symbols and abstractions that English can’t even fathom.
Our language, like our minds, is capable of piecing together free ranging words to derive new meaning. Think about it, Amapiano makes a ton of sense in IsiZulu, but in English it does not translate well at all.
Besides that, it also translates well into all the other indigenous non-Zulu languages. Further asserting continuity in our culture(s).
I have noticed the same cultural-linguistic beauty amongst our kins’ in Southern Africa, namely, other so-called Bantu people.
We as BaSotho and our kins take pride in our culture as it is a luminous piece of our mind. This is evident in how it is woven into our language, logic, behaviour and a general outlook on life. And, yes, the manner in which we dream too!
After all, dreams are often a continuity of our memories…
We joke that, despite the challenges we face today, we would chose no-other identity given half the chance. And we mean it too!
Perhaps I should refrain from speaking on behalf of all Blacks, but feel free to apply a general rule here. Black people love themselves; if anything. And it so happens that they are tied in to their culture. It’s really not complicated.
Therefore, since they love themselves, and are tied into their culture, and their culture ties into mine, therefore, basic deduction here asserts that: 1. I may speak on behalf of OUR culture. 2. I may approximate a lot of stuff that I am about to write about.
I am approximating here. I am not saying that all blacks have a set of twenty three teeth.
Anyways!
I, for one, enjoy how dynamic our culture is, and how it overlaps the supposed provincial or national boundaries.
For instance, I see a continuity between BaTswana and BaRwa(Khwe/San), and the AmaSwati/Ndebele and AmaXhosa. AmaZulu and BaSotho also have the same pride and fortitude that they claim gore it comes from someone called NTU. We constantly have to revise this understanding, but it’s okay.
Piece it all together and you soon realise that we are indeed one large culture cluster.
There are no real differences here.
Ironically, we ask ourselves the same questions on our origins, and are visited by the Tokolose now and again.
Why can’t we be like the other races and draw lines on the sand, and divide everything, including the air?
The answer is simple and dumb: It is because we are NOT other races.
Let’s talk about our hair!
Our hair is curly and beautiful, hence why a weave would fall of at the slightest pressure. It’s holdin’ on for dear mama.
Your hair is the type that grows counter-gravitation-ally in hoops.
Take pride, its rare for a natural hillie billie to defy gravity like our hair and minds do.
Yes, we are obviously physiologically interwoven. Re MothoMongwe o ithaileng ari modimoncho o kontle goyena(Tswana lit. We are the ONE person that has convinced themself that God resides elsewhere rather than within the ONE)
This is despite our paradigm incessantly warning us against this false notion.
I had a dream…I still do.
In that dream I was wide awake, so perhaps it was a vision. Anyways, least shall I digress.
So, I had a vision where my role was set, and besides me where other Blacks; till eternity. And we were bound together by a mind that extended far and wide, and at its zenith was our culture, and you better believe me when I say that it all made sense.
Not many things make sense in the world, but not in dreams I tell you.
Now and again extraterrestrials come to this world to whip our butts, because we have forgotten the lineage of our star seed. Lol, we believe in aliens, yet have forgotten that we are aliens as well. Ever heard of Sirius?
Here’s what Modern Science has to say:
“There are rules to Aliens. They should look a certain way, and should be in possession of some pretty freaky hi-tech. And Africans, having neither, are an anomaly we are yet to explain… In this truth we have more faith than in our stock market.”
Who decides this sh*t anyways? I digress.
Well, they seem to forget that we live in a post-flood era, and that our ‘dear tech’, got corroded over time. Now we are just left with bows and arrows, and some mega-mega mind.
Others run shadow societies to discern our minds and legacy. Beat that!
Some say our bliss comes from our bellies. Like sort of in the movies.
Is hell going on? Or is this the lair of insanity?
Have you had a dream which you felt you should share, but decided against doing so at the last breath?
You know that this is an awesome dream, but chances are that many blacks have had it as well, so there goes that.
Then you opt to share it with your Dog, but it just stares at you, leaving you hopelessly centralised in the lair of insanity!
So you write books hoping to lure in other races, as a form of cultural exchange, granted that they don’t brand it as their own.
Our history lies in Museums, on mountain tops, carved on stone, inside machines, in the stars, within the bedrock of stories, and so on…Yet we are told that we invented absolutely nothing, even the discovery of fire evaded us.
YAWN!
I am baba Fire. Fire is my niche. Now you know.
According to me, hell is going on, for the time being.
Listen to me; There are great human beings across all cultures and races, however, fundamental differences are permanent and clear!
Whats with this culture anyways?
I don’t know, nor desire to.
It’s likened to blissful ignorance.
I suspect that its a Black bug nested in our brains.
With all due respect, we should all aim to love and appreciate ourselves. Particularly if this experience is to complete itself.
From what I have observed, the indicator is already on, and the future looks less stark.
True power is a culture that gets adapted or mutated across generations. Think about it!
Those who love themselves frantically, stand a better chance of surviving the impending doom. Let’s just say they will sway the doom, because they have a collective understanding of it, via that dream thing.
It is this spirit of capitalism-derived-individualism that will cause a self-implosion of the West. Plus excessive fiddling.
This Moral corruption has caused a great deal of divorce from the order of life!
Many read the scriptures of this world that speaks about beauty, yet turn their backs and do the opposite. We are dealing with a severe dissonance case here.
I repeat, we are dealing with severe dissonance issues.
Tbh, who cares what I, or anybody else writes for that matter, right?
I assert that the state of being, is endangered elsewhere, but Africa is the solution.
They said to us that dreams, visions, and magic is not the way because that’s not “Enlightenment”. Oh, well, bummer! Who want’s their style of enlightenment anyways.
Science, Astrology, Maths and all nodes of creativity ARE OURS, they can be traced directly here. So then, who cares for such shallow enlightenment as theirs?
Do not sell to me what I am already in possession of!
Know that I possess it in quantities much higher than you, and I contain the original copy. So don’t you dare.
Black is proud, hence ancient.
