|Dearest friends! At the very outset…
I must request your endurance and participation…
In order to understand the special message.
The African loved Penzi. Please, let’s walk together…
Through some of the background process,
That the African might have gone through.
The African told Penzi to listen to a special song…
“I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU,
FOR THE WAY YOU HAVE SUFFERED, FOR ME”
The African played this song to Penzi
Every day before he passed away…..
Penzi was the SWEET MOTHER in the song.
The most steadfast, Or, most permanent,
BLADE, SWORD in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD,
Is a BAYONET OF PAPER.
Some of us have definitely….
Cut ourselves on the sharp edges…or point
BLADE or a BAYONET of PAPER….
Accidentally or otherwise…….
SWORD in the Whole Wide World is a BAYONET OF PRAYER.
A BAYONET in general is an extra-ordinary thing,
Instrument, a sure thing, a sure instrument,
It pierces through the enemy’s body.
It never disappoints, never misses every time.
A BAYONET is a cold object.
The African belongs to the world’s best warriors.
Far from home, no parents, no relatives but…..
A fearless warrior, a human being with strength of spirit.
FACE THE FACT….
Despite The African passing away,
He is still very much with us today.
Remember A hero is lost. A warrior, The African…
His words are still RESONATING with us today and forever more….
To live struggling and die struggling is one and the same thing.
To live half-heartedly….
Die half-heartedly and not…..
Being true to oneself is REPULSIVE and Simple.
The greatest a mortal a human being can hope for….
Is to die with a weapon in his hands,
If one has luck, he may die in the middle of ones struggle….
But to struggle must surely one do, there is no alternative.
Everything else is dishonest and stupid…
The African did die among his loved ones.
Books are different, precisely like human being…
If one thinks, think once more.
Happy small kids ought not to cry over books.
The question TO BE OR NOT TO BE HAS NO MEANING.
They are small children, and too early to start,
Brooding, pondering ruminating and speculating.
Some books affect us and make us CHANGE OUR VIEWS.
They make us want to live or die differently.
Advice comes from books or from people.
Precisely like people, books can help and they can lie.
People or books are limited in scope, they don’t have all answers.
Books describe too well on how one ought to live,
When ONE HAS IT ALL. Sometimes the main character in books suffers.
One becomes ONLY surprised.
One does not understand where their heroism comes from,
Or the reason for their heroism? So and so a hero?
If one thinks for an extra time,
One could not like to have such heroes as roll models.
It is very easy to be a hero, if you neither have arms nor legs,
You are a hero….or ….Dead.
If you do not have, any parent with you, your only hope,
Is your arms and legs and of course, you are a hero.
If you neither have arms nor legs, and you are born as an orphan,
You are a hero. What kind of a hero was he or she?
The African had no parents in Sweden.
The African is a hero. It is very easy to be a hero.
He was a hero….he deserves to be a hero…
He was sentenced to be a hero…. And he is still a hero.
The African loved Penzi … just like humans do,
He worked, slept, danced, loved and he died.
He loved himself and he loved others but most he loved Penzi.
The African made a difference in Penzi’s life.
He said one ought to speak ones truth quietly
And clearly, and listen to others.
When SEEING, KNOWING, HEARING, LISTENING
The African’s Reflections, during his last days,
in life one feels a SENSE OF MOMENTS OF TRANSFORMATION AND WONDER.
Whatever lies ahead of us is already here.
God bless the African.
By. Goerge Mengo. Sweden
Editor: Munala Wa Munala.