“Pills make you stupid” Lupe Fiasco

The blog is about African pre-colonial history but today I’d like to talk about something that happened after the first democratic elections in South Africa, A PERSONAL EXPERIENCE.

At age 7 I was diagnosed with epilepsy, After my first visit to a neurologist, I was taking Eplim CR 100mg, twice a day as medication, I was told I would forever use tablets. At first it was minor epilepsy, there were no fits but from time to time, I would freeze after being called for at least 15 secounds.

As time passed the dose was increased from the Eplim C.R 100mg t0 200mg, simultaneously my grades started to drop. Grade 11 it struck, my first epileptic fit, after a two and a half months stay at the hospital, I was under heavy medication, Eplim C.R 500mg twice a day, Epitec 200mg, twice a day and Epinuetin 100mg, 3 at night.

For four and half years, I was on this medication, till a lovely women “Mrs Muloiwa” introduced me to Prof Mushome, I give him an honouree PHD.

Prof Mushome is a Tshivenda traditional doctor, I went to see him, he went outside to the bush, uprooted the necessary herb, boiled the roots in front of my eyes, all he poured was water, Today as I write to you, it’s been two great years without medication, those who have shared the two years with me know it’s been the happiest years of my life, Baitshephi, Dumisani, Life,  Kevin and Farani can be testify the smile I’ve had and the smile I’ve brought to them.

The 4 and a half years on medication I can safely say was the worst years of my life, I saw shrinks, hated life itself and spent most of my time sleeping.

The moral of the story is that, African people are wise people and have always been wise. People, science, art, religion, its your creation. Doctors are not always the best option, the African way of healing is harmless and natural, unlike pills, it has no side effects.

According to Rupert Isaacson, who spent time among the Khoisan, and authored The Healing Land, the Bushmen have been seen healing a white woman of stomach cancer, and causing children who have had chest complaints no longer coughing. Their system has evolved over thousands of years; they heal by using trances. Healing is a very important part of the Khoisan’s lives.

Our ways are not Barbaric or Demonic. They have just been crucified because they don’t create a Trillion Dollar industry like healthcare, They don’t make you dependent, LET US NOT UNDERESTIMATE THE WEALTH OF YOUR OWN WISDOM.

African people, from Ancient Egypt till now have always lived in good humanity with nature, with the earth, they know and understand that nature has all the answers, they overstand the human body, the plants and the soil in ways that medical science cannot explain! NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE WEALTH OF YOUR OWN WISDOM. Talk to your Grandparents, Traditional healers, there is great knowledge to be gained, let it not be lost.


“Could’ve asked us why Africans dying from circumcision

They lack proper surgeons, suffer malnutrition

Underestimate the wealth of their own wisdom

It’s like it’s been exchanged for this penicillin.” Nas (IN HIS OWN WORDS LYRICS)    


given a chance

Power strides are like the giant prints of misery hitting against the ground

Scenery of my mind is not so pleasant

It is a division of channels leading to one route

Deception of mind and segregation of motives

Conscious trouble and confusion, i do not know which tale to believe anymore

Whether i am living his past in my present or am I in his future

Then the plotting would be the reason of my perplexity

Caught between time and exchange of seasons and reasons,

Dynamism of thought and logic, was gradual like the  theories of evolution

You could not see me rejoicing as you were busy emending faults that were artificially  manufactured

To keep you occupied, divide

 i shall conquer the lands of those conscious convicts

I traded my origin for a bottle of brandy; i did not predict the damages of the massacre

How could i be aware when I was trained to be unconscious of  my interests and investments?



Land grabs and long laps of marathons, running around the rocks that separated the heart from the soul

His promises cemented the truth and solidified it in a mixture of sand and concrete

The slab that built the foundation under our feet, tearing apart by the day

 This political misery cracking this base of psychological sorcery

It was an antennary, thought out and executed like the prosecution of the disobedient chap

That had more reason than strength


Putting it into perspective now you choose

Agony   or ecstasy?

domination or liberty?

Start now, to fight the battles that you have challenged for your proclamation

Do not be a victim of a trap that was for your captivity

Mental slavery shall cease, for the fear embedded in our minds shall be destroyed

Programmed and generated like computer software, it shall be replaced

The war of theories,

 history is a thing of the past and it shall not be seen to repeat its self

it shall carve our thoughts and believes

relief us from this rational dominance

enlarge our sight to horizons beyond our capacity, with faith that we too can









Africa Must Wake Up

Africa must wake up
The sleeping sons of Jacob
For what tomorrow may bring
May a better day come
Yesterday we were Kings
Can you tell me young ones
Who are we today

[Nas: Verse 1]
The black oasis
Ancient Africa the sacred 
Awaken the sleeping giant
Science, Art is your creation
I dreamt that we could visit Old Kemet
Your history is too complex and ridig
For some western critics
They want the whole subject diminished
But Africa’s the origin of all the world’s religions
We praised bridges that carried us over
The battle front of Sudanic soldiers
The task put before us

[Chorus 2x]

[Nas: Verse 2]
Who are we today?
The slums,deceases, AIDS
We need all that to fade
We cannot be afraid 
So who are we today?
We are the morning after
The make shift youth
The slave ship captured
Our Diaspora, is the final chapter
The ancetral lineage built pyramids
Americas first immigrant
The Kings sons and daughters from Nile waters
The first architect, the first philosophers, astronomers
The first prophets and doctors was 

[Bridge: Jr.Gong]
Now can we all pray
Each in his own way
Teaching and Learning
And we can work it out
We’ll have a warm bed
We’ll have some warm bread
And shelter from the storm dread
And we can work it out
Mother Nature feeds all
In famine and drought
Tell those selfish in ways
Not to share us out
What’s a tree without root
Lion without tooth
A lie without truth
you hear me out

Africa must wake up
The sleeping sons of Jacob
For what tomorrow may bring
May a better day come
Yesterday we were Kings
Can you tell me young ones
Who are we today
Ye lord
Africa must wake up
The sleeping sons of Jacob
For what tomorrow may bring
May some more love come
Yesterday we were Kings
I’ll tell you young blood
This world is yours today

[Somali] Dadyahow daali waayey, nabada diideen
Oo ninkii doortay dinta, waadinka dillee
Oo dal markii ladhiso, waadinka dunshee
Oo daacad ninkii damcay, waadinka dooxee
Dadyahow daali waayey, nabada diideen
Oo ninkii doortay dinta, waadinka dillee
Oo dal markii ladhiso, waadinka dunshee
Oo daacad ninkii damcay, waadinka dooxee
Oh ye people restless in the refusal of peace
and when a man chooses religion, aren’t you the one’s to kill him?
and when a country is built, aren’t you the one’s to tear it down?
and when one attempts to tell the truth, aren’t you the one’s to cut him down?
Who are we today?

Ex pander of Wars


The expander of wars are
White continents of dim
Thee the expander of disaster
Explosive mechanical
Thee rolled explosive to peaceful africa
For peace in reverse order

The expanders of wars are
The looters of our afrians resources
Return the golds to africa
The oil to libya
Thee poverish africa
The rejecter of africans
Free thee came to africa
Africans paid to her land

The wars expanders are 
The destroyer of immemorial africa
Beautiful libya fell
South africa was possessed
No safe locked for refugees
refugees were prostrate and rape
Killers of our future
The fertilizers of our boulevards

The expanders of wars are
Best blenders of peace and dim
Best feeders of refugees an rebellion
Best thief for our resources
Best thief for our collective joy
Best continent, africa must rise 

alfusainey Sonko

Destruction of Black civilization

And they said Blacks were never civilized, they said Blacks never had any history or future to talk about. What they did not say is that they looted every part of our civilization; they took away our bravest minds and exposed them to slavery. Our history and civilization they took away and made it theirs, since then they have been fighting to portray Africa as a continent of war, poverty and savages.

Then the great griot spoke, he addressed the whole of Africa today, but his wisdom was dating back from the 3000 BC. He proved to the continent that history is not a matter of written evidence only, but has to do with character, intelligence, wisdom and of course culture.

 Culture,  in that the history of Africa was passed within the intelligent griot generations and never by the book.

He climbed on top of Mount Kilimanjalo and all those who had eyes saw, for those who had ears the message was clear, Africa your civilization was robbed. He made it clear that Africa was a victim of rape and torture.

As the griot prepared to retell the story before the invasion…., I saw mama Africa shedding tears of blood. Her cry was a story in itself; it defeated the whole purpose of the griots good intentions. The children of Africa also shed their tears as they began to foresee, that which the griot was to retell.   Touched by this great mourning, the griot tore apart 55 pages from a book by racist historian DC Michaels, and gave them to the crying children so that they would wipe their tears.

And the griot also tore a page for himself and wiped his mouth as if he had finished eating a great delicious meal.

The lion roared and the whole of Africa was covered with silence, it was time.

Tunomba, tereresayi, kwakanji nzwa, let those who have ears hear…

The history of the Black race began in Ethiopia and  Sudan (formerly southern Ethiopia). The meaning of Sudan is  land of the Blacks’ just as  Egypt was once called ‘land of the Blacks.’ In ancient times Upper Ethiopia became rich  in food production. Blacks had everything the world wanted: “gold, diamonds, ivory, copper, iron ore and themselves.”

 This stirred the envy of Asia and Europe which caused migrants from these continents to settle in Africa.  

As early as the 6th century BC, Cambyses hauled away over $100,000,000 of precious historical materials from Thebes because the Black tombs contained not only historical material but treasures in gold and precious stones.


It was Africa who developed the first writing system in Thebes as early as 6th century BC; it was the writing of the scribes, and our intelligent children. They came and took them away as slaves to build foreign civilizations’ in Rome and Greece.


The shaduf system of irrigation  was our own creation, when the Asians came to Egypt they were stunned and excited that they made a lot of noise about it and made it their own creation.


We had temples, an early university which was in Nubia (3000BC).  It is there were strong intelligent minds and artifacts to prove our civilization were made.  However, Asians reshaped them making them parts of western culture.  Many of the artifacts that proved our civilization where transported to both Europe and Asia in an attempt to support their civilization claims.


Our history and civilization became theirs, as we were migrated southwards. The Black Pharaoh Khafre was made Asian; the great Black Queen Mertitefs became theirs too. But keep my words their African facial features are quite unmistakable as they look different from those of the pharaohs who followed.


We had no weapons to fight them, civilization has never been about violence, war and savagery, it is about productivity and development so we helplessly surrendered our civilization to protect our own children. Slavery and colonialism were all meant to take away that which we had created.

(The Words of the great Griot Atakambulelayambulengawami)

Chancellor Williams

African Mode of Production Part II

Europe had some very violet revolutions, revolutions like the revolution in Sparta, the revolution in Athens and Roman revolution but in Africa we never had this kind of revolutions which Cheikh Anta Diop explained very, very well why we never had these kind of nasty revolutions in his book Civilization or Barbarism.

Why did the revolutions not take place in the African City States that have existed in history? As an initial response, one can point to the difference agrarian conditions, nowhere in Africa was land a possession, a property reserved for the nobility and inaccessible to the disinherited lower classes and to foreigners on the contrary, everywhere, the stranger who arrives in the evening will find the next day welcomes him and guarantees him the usufruct of a plot of land, as long as he needs it, therefore the principal reason for the revolutions in the Greek states is absent from the African cities, moreover, do not know xenophobia and corollary isolation of the foreigner that derives from it. Thus, the customs and practises did not allow the establishment of a plebeian class made up of disinherited homeless foreigners in the outskirts of African cities. In addition all African States, even the city states, are interventionist in both political and economic sense.

The African Mode of Production might have started in Egypt but it was a mode that all African empires before colonization used.

Listen to what has been said about the states by foreigners, not biased people but foreigners

14th century A.D Muslim theologian and world traveller Ibn Battuta visited Mali, a vast Empire on the West African grasslands. Though the scholar had crossed two continents and visited more than 40 countries in 29 years of wandering, he was deeply impressed by what he saw. This were his words:

“The Emperor, enthroned under a domed pavilion of silk surmounted by a large bird of gold, preside over a realm unsuppressed in his civility.” Ibn Battuta also wrote: “The Negroes are, those who most abhor injustice.” Again he writes: “The sultan pardons no one who is guilty of it. There is complete and general safety, throughout the land. There traveller here has no more reason than the man who stays at home to fear brigands, thieves or ravishers, thieves or ravishers.”

The 17th Century Dutch free riders returning from west African Kingdom of Benin reported that the inhabitants were people who have good laws and a well organised police who live on good terms with the Dutch and other foreigners who come to trade among them, and to whom they show you thousand marks of friendship.


  Africa, our way of living was before colonization was genius, holy and beautiful, there were no tribal wars like we saw in Greece and we see in Africa, now after colonisation, rape, theft, ignorance and selfishness are not our way of living, we are honest, conscious people, from The Khoi San people I am proud of, who could predict a natural disaster before it stuck and were free people to the Bantu who populated the continent.

Hutu and  Tutsi’s you share the same ancestors, the Bantu are your ancestors both, The Belgians and Germans who divided you are gone, go back to the African way of living.

Let the Shona complement the Ndebele that they are Great Livestock farmers and let the Ndebele complement the Shona that they are Great Crop farmers, we need each other.

And South Africa Xenophobia is not part of our culture.

“Man what happened to us?

Geographically they moved us

From africa

We was once happiness pursuers

Now we back stabbing, combative and abusive.” Nas

“Man what happened to us ?

Geographically they moved in

From Europe

We were once happiness pursuers

Now we back stabbing, combative and abusive.” VHUHWAVHO

A Beautiful Description

I am an African.

I owe my being to the hills and the valleys, the mountains and the glades, the rivers, the deserts, the trees, the flowers, the seas and the ever-changing seasons that define the face of our native land.

My body has frozen in our frosts and in our latter day snows. It has thawed in the warmth of our sunshine and melted in the heat of the midday sun. The crack and the rumble of the summer thunders, lashed by startling lightening, have been a cause both of trembling and of hope.

The fragrances of nature have been as pleasant to us as the sight of the wild blooms of the citizens of the veld.

The dramatic shapes of the Drakensberg, the soil-coloured waters of the Lekoa, iGqili noThukela, and the sands of the Kgalagadi, have all been panels of the set on the natural stage on which we act out the foolish deeds of the theatre of our day.

At times, and in fear, I have wondered whether I should concede equal citizenship of our country to the leopard and the lion, the elephant and the springbok, the hyena, the black mamba and the pestilential mosquito.

A human presence among all these, a feature on the face of our native land thus defined, I know that none dare challenge me when I say – I am an African!

I owe my being to the Khoi and the San whose desolate souls haunt the great expanses of the beautiful Cape – they who fell victim to the most merciless genocide our native land has ever seen, they who were the first to lose their lives in the struggle to defend our freedom and dependence and they who, as a people, perished in the result.

Today, as a country, we keep an audible silence about these ancestors of the generations that live, fearful to admit the horror of a former deed, seeking to obliterate from our memories a cruel occurrence which, in its remembering, should teach us not and never to be inhuman again.

I am formed of the migrants who left Europe to find a new home on our native land. Whatever their own actions, they remain still, part of me.

In my veins courses the blood of the Malay slaves who came from the East. Their proud dignity informs my bearing, their culture a part of my essence. The stripes they bore on their bodies from the lash of the slave master are a reminder embossed on my consciousness of what should not be done.

I am the grandchild of the warrior men and women that Hintsa and Sekhukhune led, the patriots that Cetshwayo and Mphephu took to battle, the soldiers Moshoeshoe and Ngungunyane taught never to dishonour the cause of freedom.

My mind and my knowledge of myself is formed by the victories that are the jewels in our African crown, the victories we earned from Isandhlwana to Khartoum, as Ethiopians and as the Ashanti of Ghana, as the Berbers of the desert.

I am the grandchild who lays fresh flowers on the Boer graves at St Helena and the Bahamas, who sees in the mind’s eye and suffers the suffering of a simple peasant folk, death, concentration camps, destroyed homesteads, a dream in ruins.

I am the child of Nongqause. I am he who made it possible to trade in the world markets in diamonds, in gold, in the same food for which my stomach yearns.

I come of those who were transported from India and China, whose being resided in the fact, solely, that they were able to provide physical labour, who taught me that we could both be at home and be foreign, who taught me that human existence itself demanded that freedom was a necessary condition for that human existence.

Being part of all these people, and in the knowledge that none dare contest that assertion, I shall claim that – I am an African.

I have seen our country torn asunder as these, all of whom are my people, engaged one another in a titanic battle, the one redress a wrong that had been caused by one to another and the other, to defend the indefensible.

I have seen what happens when one person has superiority of force over another, when the stronger appropriate to themselves the prerogative even to annul the injunction that God created all men and women in His image.

I know what if signifies when race and colour are used to determine who is human and who, sub-human.

I have seen the destruction of all sense of self-esteem, the consequent striving to be what one is not, simply to acquire some of the benefits which those who had improved themselves as masters had ensured that they enjoy.

I have experience of the situation in which race and colour is used to enrich some and impoverish the rest.

I have seen the corruption of minds and souls in the pursuit of an ignoble effort to perpetrate a veritable crime against humanity.

I have seen concrete expression of the denial of the dignity of a human being emanating from the conscious, systemic and systematic oppressive and repressive activities of other human beings.

There the victims parade with no mask to hide the brutish reality – the beggars, the prostitutes, the street children, those who seek solace in substance abuse, those who have to steal to assuage hunger, those who have to lose their sanity because to be sane is to invite pain.

Perhaps the worst among these, who are my people, are those who have learnt to kill for a wage. To these the extent of death is directly proportional to their personal welfare.

And so, like pawns in the service of demented souls, they kill in furtherance of the political violence in KwaZulu-Natal. They murder the innocent in the taxi wars.

They kill slowly or quickly in order to make profits from the illegal trade in narcotics. They are available for hire when husband wants to murder wife and wife, husband.

Among us prowl the products of our immoral and amoral past – killers who have no sense of the worth of human life, rapists who have absolute disdain for the women of our country, animals who would seek to benefit from the vulnerability of the children, the disabled and the old, the rapacious who brook no obstacle in their quest for self-enrichment.

All this I know and know to be true because I am an African!

Because of that, I am also able to state this fundamental truth that I am born of a people who are heroes and heroines.

I am born of a people who would not tolerate oppression.

I am of a nation that would not allow that fear of death, torture, imprisonment, exile or persecution should result in the perpetuation of injustice.

The great masses who are our mother and father will not permit that the behaviour of the few results in the description of our country and people as barbaric.

Patient because history is on their side, these masses do not despair because today the weather is bad. Nor do they turn triumphalist when, tomorrow, the sun shines.

Whatever the circumstances they have lived through and because of that experience, they are determined to define for themselves who they are and who they should be.

We are assembled here today to mark their victory in acquiring and exercising their right to formulate their own definition of what it means to be African.

The constitution whose adoption we celebrate constitutes and unequivocal statement that we refuse to accept that our Africanness shall be defined by our race, colour, gender of historical origins.

It is a firm assertion made by ourselves that South Africa belongs to all who live in it, black and white.

It gives concrete expression to the sentiment we share as Africans, and will defend to the death, that the people shall govern.

It recognises the fact that the dignity of the individual is both an objective which society must pursue, and is a goal which cannot be separated from the material well-being of that individual.

It seeks to create the situation in which all our people shall be free from fear, including the fear of the oppression of one national group by another, the fear of the disempowerment of one social echelon by another, the fear of the use of state power to deny anybody their fundamental human rights and the fear of tyranny.

It aims to open the doors so that those who were disadvantaged can assume their place in society as equals with their fellow human beings without regard to colour, race, gender, age or geographic dispersal.

It provides the opportunity to enable each one and all to state their views, promote them, strive for their implementation in the process of governance without fear that a contrary view will be met with repression.

It creates a law-governed society which shall be inimical to arbitrary rule.

It enables the resolution of conflicts by peaceful means rather than resort to force.

It rejoices in the diversity of our people and creates the space for all of us voluntarily to define ourselves as one people.

As an African, this is an achievement of which I am proud, proud without reservation and proud without any feeling of conceit.

Our sense of elevation at this moment also derives from the fact that this magnificent product is the unique creation of African hands and African minds.

Bit it is also constitutes a tribute to our loss of vanity that we could, despite the temptation to treat ourselves as an exceptional fragment of humanity, draw on the accumulated experience and wisdom of all humankind, to define for ourselves what we want to be.

Together with the best in the world, we too are prone to pettiness, petulance, selfishness and short-sightedness.

But it seems to have happened that we looked at ourselves and said the time had come that we make a super-human effort to be other than human, to respond to the call to create for ourselves a glorious future, to remind ourselves of the Latin saying: Gloria est consequenda – Glory must be sought after!

Today it feels good to be an African.

It feels good that I can stand here as a South African and as a foot soldier of a titanic African army, the African National Congress, to say to all the parties represented here, to the millions who made an input into the processes we are concluding, to our outstanding compatriots who have presided over the birth of our founding document, to the negotiators who pitted their wits one against the other, to the unseen stars who shone unseen as the management and administration of the Constitutional Assembly, the advisers, experts and publicists, to the mass communication media, to our friends across the globe – congratulations and well done!

I am an African.

I am born of the peoples of the continent of Africa.

The pain of the violent conflict that the peoples of Liberia, Somalia, the Sudan, Burundi and Algeria is a pain I also bear.

The dismal shame of poverty, suffering and human degradation of my continent is a blight that we share.

The blight on our happiness that derives from this and from our drift to the periphery of the ordering of human affairs leaves us in a persistent shadow of despair.

This is a savage road to which nobody should be condemned.

This thing that we have done today, in this small corner of a great continent that has contributed so decisively to the evolution of humanity says that Africa reaffirms that she is continuing her rise from the ashes.

Whatever the setbacks of the moment, nothing can stop us now! 
Whatever the difficulties, Africa shall be at peace! 
However improbable it may sound to the sceptics, Africa will prosper!

Whoever we may be, whatever our immediate interest, however much we carry baggage from our past, however much we have been caught by the fashion of cynicism and loss of faith in the capacity of the people, let us err today and say – nothing can stop us now!

Thank you

Thabo Mbeki