The day of those state-failed, of the soccer stadiums inaugurated.
The day of the generals and of their militias that militate in their laws and they dictate the existence of the most merciless slavery.
Where the foreign appetite continues to corner the black always in the same I disenchant stagnated, canned of the sardines. Caged blacks electronically encapsulated. The new ones White that arrives is more terrifying than the previous ones. The new settlers are bestial trappers of what remains of the abandoned ships, shipwrecked, rusty.
Some in the caravels, other with piranhas and more others of torn eyes, of jade coveted, decorated. The sarcastic caravels with the amazed face of crow’s gaggle: He "arrived the hour of Africa." Yes! He arrived the hour of Africa, of Angola. The prisons massive of the new liberators resumed. Other and more other process of the fifty began. They appear in the horizon more and more contesters nail her it the continuation of the promised freedom, forgotten.
«There are "no human conditions in the cells. The one that worried was not me my detention but the detainees' situation with whom I approached there inside. The washing youth of cars for instance, it was arrested without process and other similar register. He takes the risk of there to be in the forgetfulness. There are other similar cases that there are to weeks and months without some register.
The prisoners were very solidary. They twisted that I left to moderate here had been the unjust situation the one that are submitted. They sleep in the dry ground. Her in conditions doesn't breathe due to the bad urine smell. It is eaten same there" his message" concluded». Detention of José Gama.
Edna Van-dunem Club-k
Africa of the churches and of the religions tumultuous, deceiving.
Police and armies are, they will be a fiasco. Did they forget, for life owners of the power?! Is THE power in Africa of families, of parents that force, do they uncover the children to the hunger. And the imposition of the illiteracy is idiom is dominance. The People are recycled as the garbage of the sanitary embankments. And they are not the rains that destroy Luanda, that deform Africa; they are the commissions of the task works.
Africa burns, she has water and some firemen but the value-add it is ineffective to extinguish the fire. Africa is the Luxury of the fires, it succumbs in the conferences. Always ill to form smoked sausages, wine-coloured, stigmatized of the colonial regression.
"Who doesn't take the deposit of the generator or the own generator electrical to the position of sale of fuels of Futungo, in Luanda, it doesn't take gasoline."
Mesu Ma Jikuka
Image: Luanda, one authenticates nursery of mosquitoes. Weekly paper AGORA.