Creation according to the Bantu – The First People - Part one of a two part miniseries

28 May 2012
Creation according to the Bantu – The First People - Part one of a two part miniseries

By Mike Smith
29th of May 2012

“If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself,you will succumb in every battle” - Sun Tzu

Last week we saw the strangling to death of a five month old white baby called Wiehan Botes. His daycare mother, Magrietha de Goede (66) was also killed. The police as usual have no idea who the killer is, but according to a private investigator, signs are pointing to the gardener of the elderly lady.

Rapport newspaper reported that Friday night there wasn’t a single dry eye in the small community of Delmas as hundreds of people pulled together for a night vigil, laying flowers and lighting candles, to support the mother and father of little Wiehan Botes Rapport, rivers of tears flow in Delmas

That is how we are…God made us compassionate, because he gave us tears.

The Sowetan newspaper asked Who could kill a baby in daycare?!

Good question...

This week in South Africa is Child Protection week, but if you look at the rate children are killed or traumatized in this country you would think there is just no justice in the diabolical South Africa. It is as if God himself has turned his back on the country…or has the country turned its back on God?

But what kind of Evil beings can kill children like five month old baby Wiehan Botes?

Just this morning, in the middle of a freezing Freestate winter, a baby boy was found abandoned in a field in Bloemfontein

A Northern Cape mother, Venolia Siwa, is currently standing trial for murdering five of her children.
Her three month old baby that was born in prison was put in family care.

Siwa is accused of killing her five children by forcing them to drink a cocktail of brake fluid and cool drink. She is then believed to have drowned them in the bath tub when she realized they were not dying quickly enough.

Her children - Sizwe, 13, Lukanyo, 10, Edward, 5, Reatlegile, 4, and Matiki, 2 - were killed in October at their grandmother's house in Lower Majeakgoro village.The trial of Venolia Siwa

One regularly reads in the MSM about how black mothers throw their babies in pit toilets to die.

Here is a story from a few days ago about a baby girl called “Precious” who was only a few days old when the police found her kicking and screaming inside a long-drop toilet. Her skin was burnt from the acid in the toilet. The 25 year old mother was arrested.Baby rescued from long drop toilet

Like I said this is a regular occurrence amongst blacks throughout South Africa…
19 year old Eastern Cape mother dumps 4month old baby near township
One day old baby boy found in plastic bag, Soweto …“Police have noticed several cases of child abandonment even in the last week.”
Limpopo student killed baby girl in pit toilet
Missing black girl found in family deep freeze – Stepfather arrested

One can literally fill pages with these cases straight from the main stream media.

Today, people in South Africa will tell you that blacks are cruel, lazy, rapacious…that they stink, are stupid and cannot think for themselves, blindly following their leaders, etc…And liberals across the world will get a fit and gasp for air at this “brazen racism” for saying something like that.

But as we shall see it is what blacks know about themselves and teach their children. Are they also racist now? These beliefs are part of their culture and folklore.

I have always maintained that the Communists in their conquest of Africa, studied the Bantu people in great detail.

Truth is that today few other whites study the beliefs of the Bantu. What they see are only the effects, but very few whites understand the causes. Where does this evil and disregard for life come from?

Where does the belief in laziness come from? Where does the belief in entitlement come from and the expectations of getting everything you simply wish for like the Communist have promised the blacks throughout Africa? Why do they kill their babies? Why are these black dictators so power drunk?

The answers can be found in the creation tale told by black parents to their children as documented by the great Zulu Sangoma (shaman) Vusamazulu Credo Mutwa in his book “Indaba my Children” (1964).

See, whites have the beautiful story of creation in Genesis in the Bible with Adam and Eve living in paradise, but the story of creation according to blacks is an evil story of rape, enslavement and horrible murder.

Blacks believe in forefather spirits of which the greatest spirit is “uNkulunkulu” (their name for God).
He created the beautiful mother goddess “Ma” or “Ninavanhu-Ma” who was silver coloured with golden eyes and four breasts each with an emerald nipple.

She was created imperfect and is depicted with a deformed leg or one breast smaller than the others.

She was also cursed with all sorts of evil feelings and desires such as anger, jealousy, hunger and misery that she later passed on to humans. As Credo Mutwa says on page 8, “Imperfect seed brings forth imperfect plants.”

After she created the stars she sat on Thaba-Zimbi, the mountoun of iron and today the name of an iron mining town in Limpopo, South Africa.

But Ma was lonely and yearned for a mate. So uNkulunkulu promised to give her a mate. She thought that he would be as beautiful as her, but instead uNkulunkulu gave her a horrible demon like creature called, “The Tree of Life”.

His “arms” were like creeping vines studded with jagged pieces of granite, diamonds and iron ore.

From the middle of the monstrous granite trunk bulged dozens of bloodshot eyes which burnt with a lecherous hunger, while beneath them grinned a wicked mouth with a thousand pointed fangs, from between which every now and again a long green tongue full of crocodile scales would shoot out. The roots were the legs of the Tree of Life which he used to crawl around on like a crab or a spider.

The Tree caught the goddess Ma and entangled her paying no attention to her cries to release her. He held her fast beyond all hope and raped her.

When he finally released her she managed to escape to the area known as the Ka-Lahari, but the Tree pursued her relentlessly. Finally she reached the lake Makarikari, swam through it and turned into a bird.

The Tree of Life thought she would get away so he made a huge lump of clay around a rock and threw it at the bird, hitting her behind her head. She fell out of the sky into the arms of the ugly tree and the lump of clay ricocheted off into the sky and into orbit, becoming the Moon.

That was how the first “marriage” took place and is the origin of why the Xhosas for instance still practices uKutwala…the hunting down of a 13 year old girl by a much older man who rapes her and makes her his wife.
The horrible practice of uKutwala

Back to our creation story…

The Tree of Life then held the goddess Ma as his sex slave never to let her escape again. After a thousand years she started getting birth pains.

From her sprang forth the First People called the Amarire. From the tree came fruits, birds and reptiles.

Credo Mutwa says that The First People were all red in colour like the plains of Africa and all looked the same. There were no Bantus, Pigmys, Hottentots or Bushmen. There were no black skinned or brown skinned men.

The creation of races was the result of a great accident which occurred through the sinfulness of the first men. It is a forbidden story that must never be told to strangers, but Credo Mutwa broke his oath and told it.

It is said that for tens of thousands of years there was peace and no wars in an almost communist society. Credo Mutwa writes on page 22, “There were no such things as anger and hate and nothing of “this is mine and that is yours”, no contention and no rivalry.”

One of the first people, the offspring of the rape between “The Tree of life” and Ma was a beautiful woman called, Kei-Lei-Si, or today commonly known as Nelesi.

She gave birth to a deformed child, “deformed not in flesh alone, but also in his soul.”

He had a shrunken body, flat head and a single, short sighted cyclopean eye. His arms and legs were shrunken stiff and his mouth was completely displaced to one side of his face. He stank and he breathed through only one nostril.

She called him Zah-Ha-Rrellel (the wicked), commonly known today as Zaralleli or Saraleli, the father of all the Tokoloshes (wicked goblin like creatures).

As was the custom she took the child to the Kaa-U-La birds for blessing, but they told her to kill the monstrosity for the sake of mankind and the stars. She refused to do it and instead protected him from the birds that tried to kill him and hid her monstrous child in an underground cavern where she raised him alone.

One day when Nelesi came back from a crab hunt she saw that her son Zaralleli was creating something and she felt proud of him.

Out of iron ore he created a horrible being with glowing red eyes and legs like a grasshopper and wings like a dragon fly, the first Tokoloshe.

When his mother asked him why, he said it was for conquest. “Conquest of what?” she asked…

“Conquest of everything…the earth the sun and the moon” answered her son.

He then set the beast on his own mother who jumped on her and from his mouth came a metal like spike that he thrust into her chest and sucked her dry. Zaralleli ignored his mother’s cries for mercy and told her that he no longer needed her protection.

For her it was too late for regrets. She should have listened to the birds and killed her son at birth.

Zaralleli became known as the First Chief and a vicious tyrant. He and his Tokoloshes emerged from the cavern and the first thing they did was to kill all the holy Kaa-U-La birds.

Then they set on the First People to conquer and enslave them, promising them “A new life of plenty of luxury and peace and pleasure in limitless measure”.

He said he was sent from a god, that if they followed him humbly, he would deliver them from all poverty and diseases. He would kill all the dangerous beasts and give them a life of luxury and ease. The gullible people believed it and blindly followed him.

(The story sounds very familiar if one conciders the lies and deception of the Red Communists.)

Two generations later Zaralleli discovered the Immortal Secret. (how to rule for ever).

The people lived in golden huts which they could move around simply by a wish. There was no need to light a fire or till the land. When one wanted to eat, one simply filled a pot with whatever one wished to eat and then command the pot to boil.

No longer was it necessary to walk long distances. They could simply stand outside their huts and wish themselves anything they wanted and it would arrive at their doorstep in a flash.

One did not even need to lift a drinking pot to ones lips, just by wishing, the pot would pour the water down one’s throat.

In time the people became so lazy that even chewing food or swallowing was too strenuous. So they got the powers to wish the food directly into their stomachs! They became so lazy that sex became too strenuous so they lost their power to reproduction.

To save his now sterile empire Zaralleli devised a cunning plan to create a slave race.

He would crush the flesh of wild beasts and from the pulp created new creatures “resembling the human being”.

“These queer creatures he earmarked as slaves, entertainers and workers in his expanding empire. These creatures, produced like kaffircorn cakes, were Bjaauni, the lowest of the low”. (pg32)

Further…I quote Credo Mutwa…

“Legends tell us that these Bjaauni looked something like giant gorillas; Completely hairless and of dead flesh and blood, Their skin wa a greenish dark brown – They constantly had a putrid odour.”

So who was the “Bjaauni race”?

In the “Character cast” at the beginning of the book we see that Credo Mutwa describes them like this: “Odu – Last survivor of the Bjaa-Uni – artificially produced flesh-and-blood slaves – Father of the Second People, the Bantu.”

Credo Mutwa says that “They could not think for themselves. They dumbly and blindly obeyed their masters however mad the instruction; If asked to drink a river dry they would drink till they burst and died.”

Meanwhile the Tree of Life and Ma regretted their offspring and decided to first send them a punishment as warning before destroying them completely. They sent rain and hailstorms and half of the Amarire (the First People) died, the rest built big rafts and escaped and found new cities of solid gold.

But Zaralleli would soon meet his end.

One day, whilst drinking from a pot of beer that never became empty, he addressed hundreds of nobles from the Amarire. As entertainment, some Bjaauni slaves were beheading and disemboweling each other to the amusement of their Amarire masters unti only one Bjaauni was left, a brute named “Odu”. More about him later.

But Zaralleli had another plan. He wanted to capture the mother goddess Ma. He showed them a vision in a bowl of magic fluid how the Tree was keeping the goddess as his sex slave.

He then sent his hordes of Tokoloshes to go and attack the Tree of Life and bring the goddess to him. It was no easy battle and many were killed by the Tree of Life.

Nevertheless they brought the goddess to a square in front of the Royal Abode. Everyone wanted to look at her, but she radiated a heat that burnt them.

Earthquakes and floods erupted. Mountains exploded and continents disappeared. Most dreadful was the destruction of the capital city of the empire.

The Bjaauni that were left, led by their leader Odu rebelled against their former masters. Killed them with great delight, sacked the city from end to end, disemboweling and cruelly beheading both masters and mistresses.

Zaralleli witnessed all this but remained unmoved. The goddess Ma stood ankle deep in blood amongst countless dead bodies. Zaralleli died a miserable death - after 200 years he was dying at last, but only in body not in spirit.

He would in future again infest humanity with ambition and cruelty and love of bloodshed. This evil spirit is still alive today in the hearts of all mankind.

 

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The great city tilted and sank below the sea. The tree of life and Ma was reunited and calmed the elements down. Only two creatures of the Bjaauni a male and of the Amarire a female escaped riding away on the back of a fish to create the Second People, the Bantu.

Today the Ndebele people are the most fanatical worshippers of the tree of life, but it is the most revered deity throughout Bantu Africa.

On page 41 Credo Mutwa says that: “The main reason why Africans used to destroy crippled and otherwise deformed children was to prevent this fabled tyrant (Zaralleli) from ever being reborn or reincarnated, to spread his evil and dangerous knowledge amongst men once more.

It seems like they missed a few if one looks at tyrants such as Mugabe, Idi Amin, Charles Taylor, etc…

“Many of the mighty cliffs in Zululand and the Transkei stand today as dumb witnesses of many sacrifices of deformed children that have been made in the course of time.”

It is only when one studies the beliefs of the Bantu people of South Africa and that of the pious Boers and other whites that one gets an understanding of why there was Apartheid. These two vastly different cultures can never integrate with one another.