Holy, Holy Niggaz

As a leader of the Holy Niggaz, I have come to the understanding that rappers and poets are nothing but comrades in the struggle of emotions. They are using their songs and poems as slogans to address the ghosts haunting their emotional house. By using obscene lyrics of a violent and antagonistic nature they voice their fears, the hurts and pains that they experience in the “God-forsaken” world they live in. Through these seemingly immature writings, they are actually crying for help – for God to save them. Tupac said, “We need help coz we dyin'/ give us a chance, help us advance coz we tryin'” They don't give a fuck about us.

Therefore, I feel deep down in my gut, that we as preachers have a duty to bring these niggaz close to God because they are desperately looking for him. When they rap about raping your daughter or hijacking your wife, you need to start listening to the pain. Coz in reality most of these rappers perform their crimes lyrically, they replace gun violence through lyrical violence while other niggaz don't rap about it, they do it to you. So, these MC's are a voice to the pain of their own niggaz, who like them don't possess an ounce of hope. We need to put a microscope on the pain of these niggaz before it's too late. Tupac tried his best to keep it lyrical but courted gangsters, an action that led to his death. A microscope on the emotional struggles of these comrade niggaz is needed, for the betterment of our society and for the prosperity of everyone. Niggaz need love and recognition, which now they are only getting through the mechanisms of violence and controversy. Let's first give them a platform for them to voice their problems, let's give them an ear, then a solution. How are niggaz gonn listen to the preacher if the preacher ain't listening to them. When Jesus was about to raise Lazurus from death he said, “Father, I know you have already heard me, but I am now just praying so that these people in front of me can understand and believe.” Sometimes you just need to rap a verse of pain to make the niggaz listen to you. Listen to them, don't judge them. “Thou shalt not judge,” so reads the bible.

As a way forward, I am dedicating my life to bringing niggaz to Christ. I will use hip hop music to bring them closer to God. I will share in their pain, by rapping with them about their pain, and I will call 'em to the altar. That's the same reason I've started my church, Capitalist Niggaz of Christ Holy Church. It is in this church that niggaz will come for hip hop and gain Christ instead. They will come for the heavy beats, but they will find God. You can't expect a nigga to stop saying fuck and start praising God. Expect a nigga to start praising God and he will end up not saying fuck because the pain will be gone when he practises the word of God. All pain comes from not practising the word of God and through practising the word of God all pain will leave. The church has already started in Dwarsloop, at 1335 Studios, it goes down every Sunday. I believe that God got love for them niggaz, and it's time that them niggaz develop love for God.

God bless them niggaz.

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.

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