The atmosphere that we lived is again perfectly colonial. We have to insist on our liberation. Our life, our destinies, are the eternal fight against the oppression of a small Historical group, that obstinately thinks everything belongs them.
«The colonial society understands the foreigners of metropolitan origin, that is, of the country settler, the Europeans or of no-metropolitan white race and the not European, usually of Asian origin, the coloured or colour men. The groups don't play the same part in the colony but each one of them has pre-eminence on the autochthonous ones. The one of metropolitan origin is it more assets, because it fits to him the function of dominating politics, economical and spiritually.
Their attributions can be classified in the following way: the administration drives the colony according to the colonial politics; the commercial and industrial companies assume the exploration of the production, similar of organizing the profits in benefit of the metropolis, called process of pillage of the dominated society; finally, the Christian missions, entrusted of the education of those colonized, of the conversion of their souls and of her progressive direction to the ruler's universe. The whites no metropolitan and the Asians (coloured) they are devoted to intermediate" commercial activities. (MUNANGA, 1988: 10-11) »
Dear! It will always be welcome in this raft of the love.
It is like this MPLA has just renewed the same neo-colonialism, project to the Nation.
They came to rediscover the wealth, the smell of the life of the soil
After Gondwanaland fallen rain
And of my scream of victory of the eagle
When hovering in the heights, to go down and to hunt the prey
In the silent sound, current of the water of the river
Shaded for the foliages green, billowing
Of the birds, in the ships nidifys. Then he deforested
El Che arrived, he left, it didn't free me
My friend Countess of Mount Christ taught me
He uses Mona Lisa's smile and wait until you get to recover
Everything that they harassed us
They stole, they steal us, and they assault us. Stay us invisibles, transparent
A thing is impossible steal us… the hunger