In the Service of our Ancestors and African Love,
Listen Seeker, I come in peace,
“Warfare starts with a recruitment of people and ends with an exposure to the enemy. Somehow we don’t recruit, arm, organize, train, lodge, etc; but we’re shocked that our exposure is to our demise.” — Onitaset Kumat
It bears repeating, “Warfare starts with recruitment.” If two men decided to fight a family which had five men, those two could defeat that family if the five men retaliated one at a time. That is, if the Father, Two Uncles and two Eldest Sons, for example, decided to fight the trespassers one at a time, the two men can go from room to room defeating the residents with no incident. Power is not Numerical; Power is Organizational. The example of a Family where the Men struggle individually is an allegory of the African Race. It’s also the reason why Europeans are Powerful and Africans are Powerless. The following Fable was written with the above example in mind. Study it, share it, understand it.
Fable: The Mshinde Projects
By Onitaset Kumat
When Mwana was young she would daily sulk. Mshinde Projects, where she lived, was among the most wretched places for Africans. For ten years, from the age of five to fifteen, she saw Europeans enter her home then beat and rape her parents, mother and father, uncles and aunts. When her older siblings, Brother and Sister, reached sixteen, they too became unprotected victims of these regular visitors. Visitors whom were also officers and firemen, shopkeepers and bankers, teachers and librarians, integral men and women of society. As Mwana approached the age for torment, her father fought to protect her, but outnumbered four to one, he became the victim and after he was raped he was sent to prison. She futily fled her home. Yet sleeping in a nearby alley, she begged passersby for food and protection; few gave but one took a fancy to her, Kijana Chama.
Kijana Chama was unlike anything or anyone in Mshinde Projects. He wasn’t even from there. He was seventeen, unable to afford college, and moving into Mshinde. Moved by Kijana’s generosity–and handsome face–she pleaded with him to reconsider Mshinde. In Mshinde, she explained, the residents are on edge, hostile, at war, and untrustworthy. She never even mentioned the Visitors. But Kijana, rebutted, “If I leave, who will protect you?” and though Mwana dismissed his heart and abilities, Kijana was moving in. He even moved in with Mwana! “You need a man in the house” and though still dismissive, Mwana enjoyed the attention.
One night, two Europeans knocked on Mwana’s door asking for Mwana’s mother. Skeptical, Kijana consulted Mwana, whose dead expression told him something was wrong. Mwana walked out of the bedroom as her Mother walked the Europeans into the bedroom shamefully locking the door behind. The mother dropped her clothes and looked on the ground–the Europeans had their pants lowered. She began to drably step on one foot and then the other as the visitors hollered and hooted at her lifeless dance. Without any warning, Kijana’s fist landed coldly into one man’s head and as he collapsed to the ground, the other reached to his pants, but too slow, Kijana’s elbow smashed in his nose and his arm quickly wrapped around the fiend’s neck; as Kijana signaled to the mother to not scream, Kijana killed the two men. Suddenly, the mother hid her body with her clothes then in a mixture of happiness, anger and humiliation, vented how Kijana needs to leave and never return, “You are wrong! What have you done? Get out! Get out!”
Kijana calmly repeated, “If I leave, who will protect you?” He proceeded to expertly dispose of the bodies. While Mwana’s mother was harshly silent with him for weeks, Mwana was ecstatic and smitten. She shared with Kijana all the intelligence on the building, it’s residents and even community establishments. With this information, Kijana did what no one in Mshinde had done before, he recruited other Africans into an Organization for their protection. Teaching martial arts and appropriating firearms, Kijana and others trained the building in self-protection. Now Europeans entered at their own peril. Those who were Organized with Kijana had a red, black and green symbol on their door that Europeans feared. They looked to the unprotected and even then an ambush would await Europeans, always four times their size and always better armed. The Organization grew beyond the borders of Mshinde. It came to a point when the Africans knew where and when the Europeans entered the Community and how to mobilize against them with minimum casualties. They became Maroons and Built for Self!
Mwana and Kijana are now married. And Mshinde, which means “Conquered” in Swahili, has been renamed. But Mwana never understood Kijana until she met me. She asked, “Onitaset, why does my husband Kijana–” and that’s when I cut her off.
I told her “Kijana was a student of the African Blood Siblings, trained in the breasts of one of our Boko (Community Centers); the symbol which protects you is the logo of the African Blood Siblings. Kijana understands that a family with five men can not defeat two invaders if the residents decide to take on the two one at a time. Without mutual responsibility men are Powerless. Kijana was a Maroon, sent from a free society of men and women to an enslaved society to liberate them. He did so. Today, Africans are the integral men and women of this society. And with its new found Prosperity, Independence and Community, it will send forth its Maroons, like Kijana, to Liberate other Societies.”
So it was. Though neither attended European colleges, Kijana and Mwana Chama became respected Professionals in the Liberated Community. Kijana held a high position in the government entirely facilitated by Africans, sending newly trained Maroons to other cities, countries and continents and maintaining African Prosperity, Independence and Community; and Mwana taught advanced mathematics to the architects, scientists and whomever else was interested in perturbation theory and analytical dynamics. Not every one was integral; yet everyone was protected–and more and more around the world could say as much. In the end, this is what the African Blood Siblings wanted for our people. This is what Organization can bring when Africans realize first and foremost they must Recruit other Africans.