Thursday, 18 October 2007

Holy Niggaz

For the past few weeks God has been weaving the Super Revolution into a holy tapestery. I have been reluctant to write about it because it was too big for me to grasp with my natural understanding. But God works in mysterious ways. He forced me to dwell into a super understanding. On the night of Friday October 5, I was involved in a taxi crash while going to deliver a matric dance speech at a school in Thulamahashe. Enroute to the event, when everybody was waiting for me to arrive (they kept calling to see how many minutes were left before my arrival), the taxi just smashed hard into a cow that seemingly appeared out of nowhere. When the taxi started spinning out of the tar road into the bushes by the wayside, everybody started screaming in horror. However, I was focusing on my date with the matric dance people. I just held on to the driver's seat, thinking to myself that I am getting out of here alive and going straight to give my speech. The taxi violently crashed into trees and stopped. But beneath a fire had started, and there were sounds that made everybody think the taxi would explode. The doors were stark, there was no way out, except through the windows. One smart guy broke a window and jumped out. I followed desperately. And boy you won't believe the freedom I felt when outside. Inside the taxi were the other passengers who were struggling to come out. My speech was left in there together with my other files. The smart guy again helped open the doors from outside the taxi, helping the other passengers out. Least to say that he was also smart enough to put out the fire by using sand.


Everybody was dazed by the freak accident, but safe. That's the most important thing. The person who seemed to be injured was the driver, who was bleeding all over the place; he ended up sitting down while we waited for help. A pregnant woman and another lady also seemed traumatised and injured on their legs. I only had some bleeding scratches on my legs which I sustained when escaping through the broken window. I gave the matric dance people a call, they drove 4 kilometres to where I was. “Are you fine?” they asked. I said, “Is the crowd super at the event?” The rest is history, I made it alive and gave my speech to the disbelief of many.


However, that was not it. God came to me and said, boy I could have ended your life that day, but I didn't. Why? Because I you had not ended your work on earth. As God and I spoke he gave me a Super Revelation about my Super Revolution. He said young man, you are a nigga. And as you know, the state of the nigga is not a good state for anyone to be in. From this day on I want you to use the Super Revolution to bring niggaz to God. I want you to reveal to niggaz that God lives in them. What? He said I want you to start a church of holy niggaz. He told me as an instruction or else...


I am not stupid enough to argue with God. So I surrendered. Today, may I announce to all of you, that I am The Chief Custodian of the Revelation of Christ for Niggaz. The church that God has given me is called Capitalist Niggaz of Christ Holy Church. Yes, Capitalist Niggaz. God told me to open this church, where I will teach his Super Revelation so that all niggaz can become Niggaz Acting On The Word Of Christ, The NAOTWOC. He said if niggaz can believe and act on their faith, they will become multi-millionaires and billionaires. He revealed to me why niggaz were slaves and couldn't enjoy the blessings of God: We don't act on his Word. I asked why he chose a person like me because I am a rapper who uses dirty (unclean) language. So how could I possibly teach others the Word using a dirty mouth. God shocked me by pointing me to his Word: Romans 14:14. I fell on my knees and knelt before God. He said “Get up and start bringing me niggaz.” God said when niggaz rap in frustration, all he hears is Jesus on the Cross screaming, Eloi Eloi. That's why in my church we play hip hop music and read the Holy Bible. God speaks in many ways and through unique people, “My sheep knoweth my voice.


This is it for now. Have to go now.




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“Rap music is the equivalent of Jesus Christ screaming, 'Eloi, Eloi.'”
Tshwarelo eseng Mogakane, 2007.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

yo dude you rubbed shoulders with death, and should concludde that you leaving on brought,because you should have booked dated with the creator. i like the article you evoked emotion in it