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South Africa: Stand up!

When the Dutch East Indian Company arrived at the Cape, they had an idea of what lay ahead for them. Sailors were often marooned at the Cape for months. April 6 1652 when Jan Van Riebeeck set foot on African ground, he would be shattered now if he could see the state of our lives and our country. e travel on business daily and we arrive expecting a certain hospitality, where is the hospitality South Africa was once known for? How do we as a nation hope to attract tourists when we openly display such violent dislike among ourselves. Tourists do not greet us and their cold disdain is met with confusion and distress on my side. I want to welcome you to our country, I want you to enjoy the beauty of this land, The Dutch East Indian Company came to this country to build a better life for themselves, they came prepared to negotiate, they came to establish a trade route, they never dreamed they would fall in love with this wild beautiful country, but they did and they found themselves negotiating with people who did not understand borders. Those they encountered led many to distrust and fear the native tribes of this land. Then came the British. Then came the Red Coats and the Tommy gun and death and destruction reigned down on this land as the ground soaked up the blood of both native and Dutch mingled with British. We are a co-mingled nation, we are now all a part of each other. It's hard to tell who is black and white and what defines us, but we know who drives us apart. This is 2018 and we have to stop living in the past, but you know this, we all do, this land issue is going to destroy us. 
     How do I learn to trust that God is in control? 
Well, does the sun rise? When the darkness falls and the light awakens us, is this not a new day? Is this not hope and a promise that has been kept? Do you not know that every day that goes by is one of grace we all missed. We angry. We shouting. We scared and we are cowering, but we are brave and we can feel the Spirit of God moving through us as the drumbeat carries on....and on....and on! Africa do not stop beating your drum, understand the heart of the white man that lives on your land is your friend, he is not your enemy! Your enemy comes to steal, kill and destroy. From the point of view of each piece right now on the chessboard, it appears as though each is at fault! The true thief is escaping as per usual, into the night, it will crawl away to come back and bite us again on another day.  My country, please can we all admit we have made terrible mistakes. Can we stand here tonight and ask the Universe for forgiveness for all the wrongs. Let the past go! Let go of the hatred, it's killing us! Beautiful, wonderful wise people of South Africa banish, ban disposable nappies! Legalize the Cannabis/Dagga and allow everyone to grow what we need to produce the finest standard of cotton ever! We will save tons of nappies, save our environment and  set a trend that will reverse poverty forever! Declare war on poverty! People of South Africa have the right to live as they please, no opportunity should be denied. Those who long for the city will find their way to the city. Those that long for the land will find their way to the land. Let the People decide what they want and how they want to be governed. 
We sustain our economy and we build our economy and we become radical for the economy! WE must start with disposable nappies! These non-biodegradable junk that stinks out our land is stupid, wasteful and a sin! You want sin tax, I am going to show you sin tax. Hemp will provide the best nappies that will last for generations! We stop being a prostitute for the west and we grow and develop ourselves. We are a chicory growing country, why are we importing chicory? Why? You have cut the farmers at the knees! The pineapple industry, meat industry and vegetable industry  on virtual collapse. This is what is the state of our nation. I am embarrassed to be here. I feel your anger and I feel your pain, I do not fear you, I ache inside, I have nowhere to go. 
This is my country, this is what I know, you are my people and I love you as I love the air I breathe. We can make a truce and find a way or will you prove to the world why the Boer and the Zulu never joined forces and drove the British back to England? Hatred is a cold horrible place, it's useless energy when we must be productive now if we going to live tomorrow. Decide today because tomorrow is another time for another day. 
     WE have to stand together and face this shoulder to shoulder, we are One nation, take a look at OUR flag! 
It's beautiful. the ANC with the DA and The EFF all represented and defined by white. Colours work together, it's called art! You are white and I am black, this is where I will be, you will become many shades pink, red and purple when you are cross. For now we are lost in the grey of hate, death and despair.
   Father God, we pray for our enemies, love them, provide for them, uplift them and give them peace. Speak into the hearts of our nation and bind us together with love for we are your children and this country, the land of South Africa belongs to the one true God YAHWEH! 
  WE will wait and trust on the Lord for guidance and leadership. 

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