A message from the Ancestors of Africa

Take from the past all that is pure and beautiful and build on it the future.

Let your children never forget their roots.

Protect the wild animals for they carry your past into the future.

Forget not your kingdom, oh children of the African jungle.

Large animals, with horns or tusks, like the rhino and the elephant, are sacred.

Horns and tusks, on living wild animals, are symbols of the African sword, just as the lion is the symbol of our strength and our kingship.
The sword is the symbol of the African warrior our pride and kingdom

The gun is a symbol of the robbers of our land and killers of our people.  The gun is a symbol of slavery and when our children who were torn from our mother’s bosom to far away places for the comfort and pleasure of foreigners.   

The gun is not a symbol of African power.   It is a symbol of suffering and bloodshed.   Hate the gun.

We should despise those who carry guns to kill our sacred symbols in the wild.
Those who rob our sacred symbols are cursed.

The lion is the symbol of our victory, strength and the African way of life.
We despise those who cage the symbols of our strength, or shoot our wild animals for trophies on foreign walls.   We spit on cowards who ride on African power …   dead powers on walls.

Do not forget the old way, children of Africa, as you walk into the future.
Remember where you come from,    we can see our heritage the eyes of the animals in the wild.

Protect those who live wild as you once lived.  Protect those who know the secrets of yesterday, secrets of your free and wild past.

When the lion dies the power of Africa goes to foreigners.

Protect animals with horns and tusks, for they remind is that this land is ours and it is worth preserving.
Wild animals use their horns, or tusks to fight for territory, as our ancestors used the sword to fight for this land.   Land that people with guns robbed from us.   Hate the gun.


African people, may you find a way to bring the power of the jungle, into the global consciousness of your tomorrow.   Preserve the wild animals, carriers of our secrets.   They are sacred.  Africa is sacred.


If the above message sounds believable, believe in its origin and if it does not, regard it as fantasy.   A children’s bedtime story.

Much truth lies hidden in children’s novels.


EX UNITATE VIRES

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HEAVEN ON EARTH

What Africa strives for or desires will become her future.

All collective thought eventually materialize

Let humanity visualize a positive outcome to counteract negative forces.

We need to spend more time visualizing life on earth being governed by  Hierarchy and the love of Christ in the hearts of the people.   (Hierarchy = God’s parliament: His senior disciples, angels and saints).   

We need to visualize more frequently "heaven on earth" as if the negative conditions are long forgotten and pushed into the archives of the past struggles of humanity.

We need to cultivate a vision of a new world of peace.

POEM IN THE MAKING (Help welcome)

IN MEMORY OF BART
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 Help me find words for this poem –

In memory of Bat the baboon



This poem aims to point out how we as conservationists make decisions regarding nature purely from a human viewpoint.

People working with nature need to cultivate the ability to tune into the life of their project.   Before killing Bart an attempt should have been made to understand how and why life failed him and shaped his behavior.

We make decisions about removing alien vegetation without considering the animals that have been using that vegetation for food or shelter for centuries and the birds that migrate to nest in the ‘alien’ trees or the buck that used it for camouflage.

Please help me to find words for this poem to highlight the above concerns.

In Memory of Bart


Bart was only a baboon, but ahead of his time was he.
Protected from howling wind, blistering sun and winter freeze,
shady branches of trees he shared with the bees.
From Table Mountain slopes, everything he could see.
Food was scarce but his family he could feed.
The mountain was his garden and plants grew freely from seed.
Bogom say Bart with with Cape Town at his feet.

Conservationists looked up and thought this we do not want to see.
The mountain slopes are a forest  where natural flora once grew 
(in toeka se tyd) 
How long ago that was, if ever, no-one knew.
We think generations ago our "blommeprag"  was there for all to see.
Bogom say Bart, this is our home, can you not see? 
Our shelter and food was in that tree.

Gone with the trees, there is no place for it now,
Lets chop them and bun them to the ground
Three hundred year old giants, aliens somehow.
Bart looks around but his bogom comes without a sound. 
Fear and panic strikes his tribe when the first tree hits the ground.
This is our home,where will food and shelter now be found?

Boeretrots

Ons is Boere
Ons is ons eie baas
Julle kan sing wat julle wil
ń Baas is nooit Klaas.

Translator

THE ANTI RACIST POEM/SONG

THE ANTI RACIST SONG
(Defuse the bomb of racist slander)


K.A.F.F.I.R. they call us, so what does it mean.
By examining the letters the truth will be seen.

K. stands for KING
Yes kings are we.

A. is the first letter of the alphabet – A1 –
Yes, first in AFRICA were we.

F. stands for FIRST,
Just so you know we, were here before all.

F. will also stand for FOREMOST, FINEST, FIERCE.
Yes, that compliment I’ll take.

I. – That is me,
Yes, IMPORTANT I am.

R. stands for RULER,
Yes, the ROYAL RULERS of Africa are we.

K.A.F.F.I.R. they call us, we accept.

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We call you BOER (Meaning Farmer), you work our land. Just so you know – that’s how things stand.

B. – Stands for BROTHER,
O. – Stands for ONENESS
E. – Stands for ‘EENHEID’ (Unity in Afrikaans)
R. - is there to REMIND us to build the RAINBOW-nation.

We are all K.A.F.F.I.R. and we are all B.O.E.R.
We work the soil together on our land, the one South Africa.




(Revised Post)
Ex Unitate Vires 27-Jan-2010













Photograph information: Popular desk calender sold in South Africa for local and international visitors.

EX UNITATE VIRES

A Poem in Afrikaans (See "an English Translation to EX UNITATE VIRES")

EX UNITATE VIRES

Afrikaner volk, my Moedertaal,

hoe het ons nou so laag gedaal?

My Volk, my Land, my Taal.

 

Waarheen? Waarom die kinders ween?

Hoe het die Here ons gestraf.

EENDRAG MAAK MOS ALTYD MAG?

 

Die Zulu volk verraai, betoor,

sy boere vriende ook vermoor.

By Bloedrivier se slag, ñ Sondag was,

ñ boodskap vir die volk se oor:

EENDRAG MAAK MAG! EER MY DAG!

 

In Eendrag is daar mag.

Wat doen ons toe my volk?

Hoe het ons daardie boodskap toe vertolk?

 

Met kinders wit, gesog, so fraai,

Ons bou en ploeg en saai en braai.

EENDRAG MAAK MAG is mos net vir witbloed krag.

 

Die Heer kyk toe hoe Volk verwoes,

selfsugtig bou en saai en oes.

Ons swart broer van Afrika besteel

Die land van kant tot kant verdeel.

 

Apartheid bou ñ land so prag.

ENDRAG MAAK AFRIKANER MAG!

Hoog ons eie

"Babel Toring "

bou,

om kerk en kinders wit te hou.

 

Te laat verstaan ons die Heer se wet.

Niks kan ons volkie nou meer red.

Waar is EENDRAG?

Waar is ons MAG?

Eer ons nog die Heer se dag?

 

Die mure kraak soos tong verslap.

Wat word nou van ons land en taal?

Het geskiedenis hom weer herhaal,

Toe die Babeltoring weer op die grond neer daal?

"EENDRAG MAAK MAG" is nou na "UNITY IS STRENGTH"

vertaal

Gestroop van trots en land en taal.

Dieselfde boodskap nog ñ maal

 

"Back to the sea the Boer"

sê onse Xhosa broer;

nou die leier man.

Ñ Rainbow-nation het nou begin.

 

"SIMUNYE - We are one!"

 

Waarom het jou kinders dan gesterf?

My Land, my Taal, wat het ons nou om te erf?

"Let's surf the net" sê die jeug van Suid Africa,

"Let's go to Australia, England or America"

 

There our hope must lie.

WHO MORNS WHEN MIGHTY NATIONS DIE?

!ke e: /xarra //ke

R Wolhüter

1997

EX UNITATE VIRES was Revised 14 November 2005, 2021

To find out more about the Coat of Arms of the Union of South Africa; Read "National and Provincial Symbols and flora and fauna emblems of the Republic of South Africa"

by F G Brownell

THE SOUND OF AFRICA (POEM)

THE SOUND OF THE AFRICAN DRUM

the sound of the rhythm of the beating of her drums which

pulse like blood through her arteries and veins.

From the high mountain tops and deep valleys the sound calls her people to unity.

The drum is the voice box Mother Africa -

It synchronises to the heartbeat of her people.

Her rhythm stirs their bones to single action.

Her sound calls her people to her breast.

The message beats out loudly:

"Feel the soil on which you stand, my children it's your soil ……

Your continent.

Your Africa

All who stand on it are your brothers and sisters -

Nurture them, feed them, love them and heal them.

"I am not calling you to war or discrimination against your brother of different skin, tongue or faith.

I call for the war against separation.

I call for the power of unity.

I call back my natural heritage and the sound of nature.

I call back the pride of Africa.

.

My children I give you all you need to nurture all of you

Export not my rich bounty for a ransom, but feed your starving brothers, sisters and animals first.

Educate my children, nurture them heal them and give them shelter.

Return their strength so they too can dance to the rhythm of my pulse.

One Drum

One rhythm - One action - One continent - One power

One United AFRICA

!ke e: /xarra //ke

16 April 2006

Reviewed 19 May 2007

Photograph: From a popular desk calendar sold at stationery shops in South Africa.