Sunday, May 13, 2007


This song is by the South African group Just Jinger, i heard it last night at a party and it just got me thinking, that's it really isn't it?
Peace, Love, More Tolerance. Simple to say, not so simple to do. It comes back to that same old story, treat others as you want to be treated.
If every last one of us knew that we would be treated in the very same fashion we want to be treated, the whole world will change overnight.
Think about it, you'll see it can be done.

Thursday, February 1, 2007


I look around everyday and I see people, sometimes thousands, sometimes hundreds, all doing their thing. Some work in shops, some are beggars, some are artists, doing what they need to do in order to survive, because ultimately in this world, that what we're programmed to do, survive.
Very often this adherence, this day to day grind is described as being a slave, bowing to the system, and in many ways i agree, many people are content (actually relieved may be a better word) to do their job and be able to pay the bills, being conned into believing the adverts on TV that proclaim that the path to happiness is through consumerism.
But consider this, no matter what people do in order to make money, be it menial, illegal, honourable or mundane, the amount of strength it takes to do this day after day, year after year. It speaks volumes about human strength, human endurance, we are after all much more powerful than most of us realise.
Take mothers for example, what the average mother goes through for her family, the washing, the cleaning, the shoulder to cry on, some mothers have killed for their children, lied, cheated, stolen and many more things, things people should not have to do. There is an insane amount of strength that goes into that. There is a man who works in my office, he's a cleaner, he used to work behind the bank teller, he's an educated guy, but he's fallen on hard times. Not once have I heard him complain, not once has he been in a foul mood because of his circumstances, he does his job, with a smile on his face. His strength is an inspiration to me.
Now this brings me to the point of this post, the inherent strength we all have within us. We are infinitely more powerful than we realise, think of the strength that gets you through the day, the strength that carries people their whole lives long. Imagine we start to harness that power in a more postive, constructive way. Imagine we had no interference from outside sources, imagine what an amazing world we could create.
I know that this is the stuff of pipe dreams, but we as people, think we have no power, but exactly the opposite is true, we have all the power, we just choose to give it away, to hand it over to other people. If we marched up to a major corporation and told them to cease a certain action, if we marched on parliment and told them to change a certain law, nothing could stop us.
The problem is just this, most people do not care, if one thousand people march, it can be stopped, but if we marched in our hundreds of thousands, in our millions, we are unstoppable. Apathy is the biggest killer, it is this apathy, born of sit-coms, gameshows and what passes for news, it is this attitude of 'we can't do anything' that we must aim to destroy, we can't do anything because we've been told all our lives we can't do anything, and we have swallowed that lie, hook, line and sinker.
The time has come, now more than ever, to start realising what we are truly capable of, i don't condone violence, but the time has come to fight back, there is a war on, one for our hearts and our souls, and if we don't at the very least become aware of these things, we will be unable to do the most basic of things, to protect ourselves.
They can silence one of us, a hundred of us, a thousand of us, maybe even a million, but they will never be able to silence all of us.
The power is in your hands, use it wisely.

Monday, January 29, 2007

The Beginning

Everything starts with a beginning, and this is the beginning of this blog.

Let me start by sharing my intention for this page : To, in as many ways as i can, open people up the enormity, the beauty of the world we live in. It's boundless ways of amazing us, both for the good and the bad. You see, there is so much more to this world than most realize, and for the most part that is all down to perspective. I intend to share as much of mine as i can.

Let me give you the quick rundown of the name 'Lumukanda' and how i came about it. In South Africa there is a man named Credo Mutwa, a very wise man, a Zulu 'Sanusi', the highest order of the African shamans. He is charged as keeper of the wisdom of the Zulu nation. Amongst the many books he has written, 'Indbaba, My Children' stands out the most. The word 'indaba' is used by the Xhosa and Zulu people of South Africa, and means 'and important conference', the aim being to discuss a certain topic.

Amongst the many great stories in that book, alongside the story of the little spark, the Goddess MA, the great tyrant Zha-ha-rrelel, the union of Amarava, last of the red people and Odu, the last of the Bjuaani, is the story of Lumukanda, the Rebel Slave, the Blind God.

A long time ago, somewhere in Africa, a strange vessel was discovered on the Zambezi River, a ship bigger than anything the people had ever seen. Aboard were strange people, the Ma-Iti, as they became known, strange people with 'pink skin' and 'hair like the mane of a lion'.
It didn't take long before the Ma-Iti started leaving 'gifts' on the riverbank in exchange for food. Not much longer after that, the Ma-Iti began leaving weapons made metal, unknown in Africa at the time, on the riverbank, and as these stories usually go, one chief struck a deal, and gained a large amount of these weapons. This made him very powerful, and it wasn't long before he began using his power to conquer all the neigbouring tribes and in time he was the sole chief for the entire land, all the other being long conquered.
It was at this time that the Ma-Iti came ashore and marched on the chief's kraal, might battle ensued, but the chief and his men were no match for the experienced Ma-Iti warriors, and he soon fell. The Ma-Iti had conquered the last remaining chief and now ruled the land he once did.

Africa's first enslavement had begun.

From this enslavement, Lumukanda was born, and it was in his time that he rebelled, and brough the Ma-Iti to their knees. He saved his people, but while fleeing the Ma-Iti, he came across the Goddess Ma, she took him as his lover, and in the process, he lost his sight.
As time wore on, he became known as the last Immortal, fearless and feared, putting someone in the pot was not above him.

I think to all of us in the world these days it is obvious that something is wrong, things don't ring true, wars are erupting all over the globe, from West to East, climate change is reshaping our world, religious extremists on all sides are poisoning people's minds with hatred, global corporations, with their commercial propaganda and their useless products are choking the imagination and the life out of not only children, but adults too.
It has become patently obvious in this world that their is a serious lack of love and respect for our fellow man. It is a sign of fear, fear that is purposefully sown amongst us, to divide us, to keep us quiet, to keep is in control, because there is nothing more threatening to the powers that be, than a unified, informed people, ready to act on their word, with no fear. Fear is their key, Love is ours.

Let us no longer stand by and watch our world being taken away from us, let us be rebel slaves in a time when a rebel is needed, and let us be blind gods, knowing our true nature, and acting objectively, blind, except to the true message of love.