A Vision Perhaps? Syrian War Perhaps? Did I Say War??

A Vision Perhaps?

 Syrian War Perhaps?

Did I Say War??

By

Golden Gadzirayi Nyambuya

Today Saturday the 9^th of September 2013 AD, vividly, I saw in a dream on the first day and on Holly ground, a people filled with fear in their hearts. They were running up and down confused like cockroach in hot frying pan. There was pandemonium all over. 

On the second day, I saw these people trying to cross rivers, swamps and borders including women, children and heavily pregnant women. There was screaming, tears and an impenetrable thick mist and fog of fear all over. These visions tormented me but I was not afraid. 

On the third day, bombs began to rain from the sky like hell fire. I did not see dead bodies though, but people taking cover in tall but destroyed buildings. Night come and the fearful people went into their hiding places in the mountain curves.

A new day came – the fourth day; and it was bombs again from the sky. I wondered where these bombs where coming from. I looked all over but saw no sign of fighter planes or bombers in the sky. All these things happened in my presence, I was wholly part of it.

Then on the fifth day, I saw fighter planes emerging from the horizon. They rose high into the sky and again, they rained bombs. I looked at these planes in-order to get their identity – they were American bombers with the logo of the US-Army. Soon it was night.

Another day followed, less fearful this time; we waited to see what this day would bring this time around. I saw a cylindrical and shiny silver three stage rocket (spacecraft). It landed neatly on a silver pad and on landing; one module detached and disappeared into the thin interstices of space. I waited to see what now this spacecraft had brought. For some time, nothing happened. As we waited anxiously, with a dazzling light, the Prince of Peace emerged from the spacecraft and thereafter, there was peace all over and the people were happy.

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I do not know what one would make of this vision, but to myself, it appears as clear as the blue-sky that the United States of America’s army under the instruction of its current Commander-in-Chief, His Excellency, President Barack Obama, is surely going to strike Syria. In the end, God -- through His Son Jesus Christ of Nazareth; is the only authority that shall bring about the sought for lasting peace in the Holly Land of Syria and the World. America must proceed to execute her unfortunate threat. This she will do to her peril and detriment. She will inevitably meet her Waterloo when it comes to world dominance; just wondering, will China and or Russia emerge as the new leaders of the modern World? She (America) will FALL and FALL HARD. God is the answer and He and He alone is sole authority of the Universe and America is NOT.

Things to come

Since I started this blog, I have not really posted much on it. Its not that I do not have much to say, but it because I have a lot to say. I have been in hiding making my search. Very soon I will be concluding my research on gravitation. I want to tell you that, yes, there is a lot of things to look forward to!

I am an African! (In Brief)

by

Thabo Mbeki

I owe by 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 dramatic shapes of the [landscape] have… 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! …

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… 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 have seen our country torn asunder as … 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 it 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…

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

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 difficulties, Africa shall be at peace!

However improbable it may sound to the skeptics, 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!

Poverty, Africa and the so-called World

What is poverty? For some time I have been musing on this question. Through a vision, it came so clear to me that, at the fundamental level, poverty is when an individual is not in control of their soul. For, one that does not control their soul cannot control their heart; and one that does not control their heart can never control their mind – in the end; they are not in control of their own trinity i.e., their soul, their heart and their mind. So what controls this being? It is the exogenous forces; it is voices and sounds from outside of their soul, it is the ``beautiful” visions from the outside world.

When an individual is in control of their soul, they know what is good and bad for them; they know what to say YES to, and what to say NO to. They know what they need in (and from) this world, they are confident of what they want in (and from) this world, they are confident of the future, no matter the present circumstances. From having full control of their soul, they drive a rare form of confidence in the day of tomorrow. Their soul nourishes this world with hope. The human soul feeds on nothing but hope and this hope waters the tree of faith.

When an individual is not in control of their, soul, they have no say in this world but the world has a say on their inevitable fate. One in control not of their soul is driven by their carnal desires; they have no power over the shinny apple. When the shinny apple is presented to them, they have but no choice but to eat of it, for what matters most to them is nothing but carnal gratification. They find themselves doing things not for self, but to the pleasure of the world outside of their soul. This is poverty! There is nothing more to it; poverty is when we have lost the power to live according to the dictates of our sacrosanct soul’s true convictions and passions.

One needs not be a billionaire to be rich, for there are many billionaires in this world that are so poor. They are poor because they control not their soul. They are driven by carnal gratification in their day to day endeavors, they have no say in this world but their money has – they use it to control the souls of others while their own soul wanders somewhere in the thin interstices of space-time. In the presence of material abundance, the heart can overpower the soul and mind and rule of these, leading to poverty where one goes on a relent soul-less pursuit for the world and things of the world. This is one form of poverty that makes the soul so sad.

To address poverty, requires not that an individual be flowered with material, but be given the fullest control of their soul. Human beings need to learn to love and trust one another, no matter how evil a person can be; for if they are loved and trusted, this would clandestinely force them in a gentle manner, to gain or regain control of their soul.

I have had time and again that Africa is the poorest continent on Earth. Many at times I have rejected this notion letting it to fall flat on its face. I have rejected it because the world understands poverty as that state where one has little material to nourish their carnal desires. To have little material is not poverty but one of the effects and consequences of poverty. If this is an effect and a consequence, what is the cause thereof?

I am told and I read somewhere in the history books that sometime time not in the so distant past, during one of human history’s sad epic, trans-Atlantic human cargo from the material rich Africa was ferried to build the empire state. It is a moment that humanity must not place blame on a discrete part of herself, but on the entirety of her whole; for the astute perpetrator needed an agile accomplice. At this moment, I hold that Africa began the downward-spiral into the deepest trenches of material-less poverty, while on the other hand the aggressors to Africa began peddling into a material rich poverty where one goes on an unremitting soul-less pursuit for the earth. Africa traded her soul for less than thirty pieces of silver and aggressors trade theirs for more than thirty pieces of silver. To put a finite material prize on one’s soul is an insult to He that maketh the soul. In the midst of material wealth, Africa gave away control of her soul and the aggressor trade theirs for some finite material prize. Today, she [Africa] is stumbling trying to get herself back on her feet while the aggressor pedals on.

What makes me sad is that, some believe Africa needs food aid; some believe Africa needs handouts from the so-called industrialized world. It makes me so sad, it brings to my soul a void that cannot be filled to hear a fully fledge human being say this. Amid her abundance in material, this will only help to make Africa the material poorest continent on Earth – what an irony. The so-called world needs to let go off Africa, leave Africa to regain control of her soul. No one and absolutely no one in this world can make an individual that has lost control of their soul to regain it except that very person. Africa need to stop looking to west, east or wherever for salvation, but deep inside of herself so as to regain control of her long-lost-soul!

I believe s/he that fights poverty is the one that seeks to control their own-soul. As they seek to control their soul they must afford other individuals the same opportunity by showing them trust and showering them with love. If the so-called industrialized world truly believe they want to help Africa fight poverty, they must trust Africa i.e., truly believe that God has given unto Africa that which Africa need to lift herself from the current quagmire and climb up to reach for the most distant stars of the heavens. For the so-called first world to continue to talk down on Africa, only works to their material benefit for they know [i.e. if they are in control of their own-soul] that this way, it would be difficult for Africa to regain control of her soul; for this voice talking down onto Africa is an impediment to this dream of soul-control.

If the so-called first world truly believe it must supervise Africa, then, my advice to Africa and all that live in it is that, dare to believe that: If and if at all an individual where to dream that somewhere amongst the brightest stars of the heavens is where their destiny lies, then, for that dream to ever come true, there must exist a point in their evolution as an individual being, that they dare to claim their God given right, to say, I am the master of my own destiny. That, God created us equal, endowed us with an intellect that we must never forego, that what God has endowed us with, no man can take away from us. That no man must rule outside of his jurisdiction, for there is but one God. We have suffered as a people and as a Nation. If democracy is the way to heaven, that democracy will only come if and only if a people drive this dream from within. To bring in exogenous forces to champion this, is but an ill-fated endeavor. God is not happy with this because he knows that he has gracefully endowed us with the ability to drive anything we wish, from within our-self. To entrust that another man to bring forth what God knows he has given us the ability to make come true only makes God sad, for God is a jealousy God. By entrusting another we are forsaking Him.

Botha speech 1985: A Must Read for all Abled Humanbeings

Pieter Willem Botha (January 12, 1916 – October 31, 2006), he was commonly known as "PW" and Die Groot Krokodil (Afrikaans for "The Big Crocodile"), was prime minister of South Africa from 1978 to 1984 and state president from 1984 to 1989. Botha was a long-time supporter of South Africa's National Party and a staunch advocate of racial segregation and the apartheid system; however, he engineered a loosening of some of the government's most stringent racial policies toward the end of his career.

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THE FOLLOWING is a speech made by former South African President P.W. Botha to his Cabinet.

"Pretoria has been made by the White mind for the White man. We are not obliged even the least to try to prove to anybody and to the Blacks that we are superior people. We have demonstrated that to the Blacks in a thousand and one ways. The Republic of South Africa that we know of today has not been created by wishful thinking. We have created it at the expense of intelligence, sweat and blood. Were they Afrikaners who tried to eliminate the Australian Aborigines? Are they Afrikaners who discriminate against Blacks and call them Nigge*rs in the States? Were they Afrikaners who started the slave trade? Where is the Black man appreciated? England discriminates against its Black and their "Sus" law is out to discipline the Blacks. Canada, France, Russia, and Japan all play their discrimination too. Why in the hell then is so much noise made about us? Why are they biased against us? I am simply trying to prove to you all that there is nothing unusual we are doing that the so called civilized worlds are not doing. We are simply an honest people who have come out aloud with a clear philosophy of how we want to live our own White life.

We do not pretend like other Whites that we like Blacks. The fact that, Blacks look like human beings and act like human beings do not necessarily make them sensible human beings. Hedgehogs are not porcupines and lizards are not crocodiles simply because they look alike. If God wanted us to be equal to the Blacks, he would have created us all of a uniform colour and intellect. But he created us differently: Whites, Blacks, Yellow, Rulers and the ruled. Intellectually, we are superior to the Blacks; that has been proven beyond any reasonable doubt over the years. I believe that the Afrikaner is an honest, God fearing person, who has demonstrated practically the right way of being. Nevertheless, it is comforting to know that behind the scenes, Europe, America, Canada, Australia-and all others are behind us in spite of what they say. For diplomatic relations, we all know what language should be used and where. To prove my point, Comrades, does anyone of you know a White country without an investment or interest in South Africa? Who buys our gold? Who buys our diamonds? Who trades with us? Who is helping us develop other nuclear weapon? The very truth is that we are their people and they are our people. It's a big secret. The strength of our economy is backed by America, Britain, Germany. It is our strong conviction, therefore, that the Black is the raw material for the White man. So Brothers and Sisters, let us join hands together to fight against this Black devil. I appeal to all Afrikaners to come out with any creative means of fighting this war. Surely God cannot forsake his own people whom we are. By now every one of us has seen it practically that the Blacks cannot rule themselves. Give them guns and they will kill each other. They are good in nothing else but making noise, dancing, marrying many wives and indulging in sex. Let us all accept that the Black man is the symbol of poverty, mental inferiority, laziness and emotional incompetence. Isn't it plausible? therefore that the White man is created to rule the Black man? Come to think of what would happen one day if you woke up and on the throne sat a Kaff*ir! Can you imagine what would happen to our women? Does anyone of you believe that the Blacks can rule this country?

Hence, we have good reasons to let them all-the Mandelas-rot in prison, and I think we should be commended for having kept them alive in spite of what we have at hand with which to finish them off. I wish to announce a number of new strategies that should be put to use to destroy this Black bug. We should now make use of the chemical weapon. Priority number one, we should not by all means allow any more increases of the Black population lest we be choked very soon. I have exciting news that our scientists have come with an efficient stuff. I am sending out more researchers to the field to identify as many venues as possible where the chemical weapons could be employed to combat any further population increases. The hospital is a very strategic opening, for example and should be fully utilized. The food supply channel should be used. We have eveloped excellent slow killing poisons and fertility destroyers. Our only fear is in case such stuff came in! ! to their hands as they are bound to start using it against us if you care to think of the many Blacks working for us in our homes.

However, we are doing the best we can to make sure that the stuff remains strictly in our hands. Secondly, most Blacks are vulnerable to money inducements. I have set aside a special fund to exploit this venue. The old trick of divide and rule is still very valid today. Our experts should work day and night to set the Black man against his fellowman. His inferior sense of morals can be exploited beautifully. And here is a creature that lacks foresight. There is a need for us to combat him in long term projections that he cannot suspect. The average Black does not plan his life beyond a year: that stance, for example,should be exploited. My special department is already working round the clock to come out with a long-term operation blueprint. I am also sending a special request to all Afrikaner mothers to double their birth rate. It may be necessary too to set up a population boom industry by putting up centres where we employ and support fully White young men and women to produce children for the nation. We are also investigating the merit of uterus rentals as a possible means of speeding up the growth of our population through surrogate mothers.

For the time being, we should also engage a higher gear to make sure that Black men are separated from their women and fines imposed upon married wives who bear illegitimate children.

I have a committee working on finding better methods of inciting Blacks against each other and encouraging murders among themselves. Murder cases among Blacks should bear very little punishment in order to encourage them.

My scientists have come up with a drug that could be smuggled into their brews to effect slow poisoning results and fertility destruction. Working through drinks and manufacturing of soft drinks geared to the Blacks, could promote the channels of reducing their population. Ours is not a war that we can use the atomic bomb to destroy the Blacks, so we must use our intelligence to effect this. The person-to-person encounter can be very effective.

As the records show that the Black man is dying to go to bed with the White woman, here is our unique opportunity. Our Sex Mercenary Squad should go out and camouflage with Apartheid Fighters while doing their operations quietly administering slow killing poison and fertility destroyers to those Blacks they thus befriend. We are modifying the Sex Mercenary Squad by introducing White men who should go for the militant Black woman and any other vulnerable Black woman. We have received a new supply of prostitutes from Europe and America who are desperate and too keen to take up the appointments.

My latest appeal is that the maternity hospital operations should be intensified. We are not paying those people to help bring Black babies to this world but to eliminate them on the very delivery moment. If this department worked very efficiently, a great deal could be achieved.

My Government has set aside a special fund for erecting more covert hospitals and clinics to promote this programme. Money can do anything for you. So while we have it, we should make the best use of it. In the meantime my beloved White citizens, do not take to heart what the world says, and don't be ashamed of being called racists. I do not mind being called the architect and King of Apartheid. I shall not become a monkey simply because someone has called me a monkey. I will still remain your bright star...

His Excellency President Pieter Willem Botha of South Africa (1984-1989)

Why a Political Blogg

My father, Nicholas Nyambuya (1947-1999), defined politics as "Politics is about life and living." I was about 12 yrs of age when he said these works to me. Over the years, I have pondered over these words, only to discover that, really, the Oldman was right. There exists many definitions of what politics is, but I have decided to settle for my father's defination. For as long as I am alive and am living, I am doing politics, hence thus I can not seperate my self from politics.

Some man are alive but never get to live and some man live without being alife. At any point in space and time, I shall make the endaevour to live and be alive. To show this, I will blogg here, giving my views on a wide range of issues about my country, my continent and the world. So, you can tune to this site to get my lastest political thinking.

Shuu, thanks to the internet, airing of one's views is no longer for the esoteric but also for the lay like us.