Tears for the event not loneliness

Tears for the event not loneliness

Firstly, take a closer look at its cover. There are two hummers positioned against an Egg. We are a tribe. We are that egg in the middle. It symbolizes the plight and the practical Walfare of my clan whos population was not only distributed but persecuted in many Southern African countries like the Democratic Republic of Congo, Zambia, Angola, Namibia and South Africa. Speculation claims from as early as the slave trade era. To avoid mistakes, I focused only on Angola and Namibia, with which data I’m well equipped.

The combination of colonialism by the Portuguese in the early 60s and the long lasting Civil War thereof, until the early 2000s have debilitated my Angolian clan, commonly known there as “Ngangela” on one hand. While the sense of belonging and fear for losing their shelter has also debilitated the first generation of that very same tribe, both spiritually, politically and economical across the artificial border, Namibia in particular. Here they are named after “Va Nyemba” among whom, I breed. Unfortunately, there have never been any civilized and valiant representative who could look at this systematic injustice and inequality from a lawful perspective. While we are hoping for the right person to come, it bothered me the most to start talking about it.