In Angola they feel prisoners political accused of any crime. They say that it is a democratic regime that it is in the middle of the joy of their functions. The democratic potencies close the eyes and they point that it is like this that it is good, that it is like this that it is made the stability in Africa. Here is the income of the terrorism of which Europe is not gotten to loosen. Who supports the corruption and their dictatorships, in the bottom it is also terrorist without the knowledge.

domingo, 12 de junho de 2011

It imagines a country without love


It is just proved our smallness, before the giant that it is the love. It is an unequal fight because the love always comes out winner.

I take oath that will love you forever! It is the first promise that the ecstatic does to the love. The love doesn't live of promises, but undone dreams.

In the ambushes that the love does, there are no armies that if they compare him. The love is the most powerful army and no there are forces to drop it.

The love exercises us an implacable persecution. It is her mission, to capture the passionate hearts and to arrest them in their perfumes.

Don't play nor never betray the love. Because he burns of hate, and it breaks out of indescribable violence. It is that the love is not lonely.

Oh! As they are inevitable the tragedies of the love. Beautiful Helen of Troy made the war of the love. Like him it is so overpowering and destructor. Never provoke the anger of the love.

While the love, the slavery exists it will never end. We are the eternal slaves of the love. Always submissive to her law that just contains an article: never fake that you love because you unchain powerful and mysterious forces.

The love is hidden in our hearts and in our minds. Suddenly it is revealed, and everything changes to our turn, as that for magic arts.

It imagines a country without love. That nation will fall in misfortune. Where no there is love, the Apocalypse is always the winner. The dictators don't love, they buy, they corrupt the love, and they force us to love them. A country without love is in the right direction of the suicide.


sexta-feira, 10 de junho de 2011

Can we live without love?


We usually intoned with big comfortable, that the love finished. But it is not true, because he always leaves a string of hope. As the fire of a ready candle to extinguish.

The love is the sorcerers' king. When it arrives bewitches our hearts in a such way, that we were blind, and however we see, but in another dimension. The fourth dimension, the one of the love.

The love walks to the free thereabout, very crazy. Care, don't leave you in him to tie. But he doesn't give, it is not possible, because all of the human beings are crazy for him.
If you come the love, he tells him: love comes, I beg you, I want to love you, to faint, love!

To let to arrest in the handcuffs of the bows of the love, it is not crime. And not there is any country with laws that prohibit the prisoners of the love.

He runs, he runs, that the love waits for you. The love never flees, us, it is that we fled of him.

If you know how to love, he listens with a lot of attention that the love has to reveal you. He always keeps secrets in their bedrooms. As it is charming to hear and to feel their sighs.

The times are very difficult, they frequently say, but the love no. It lets to conquer so easily, as the flower kissed by the incessant bee that loves her pollen.

When you look for the love, he makes it with an extraordinary touching affection. Because he easily unmasks the falsehood of a glance.

And everything the love took. No, it dropped some seeds. It is this the origin of the jasmines.

Never say that you love without authorization of the love. It is that he can hurt your heart. And the wounds of the love are incurable.

The fields of flowers attract the lovers and thirsty of love. If flowers didn't exist, also the love would not exist. Don't leave that the flowers extinguish.

When you are thirsty, you drink and you seat a grandiose happiness. He leaves that the headquarters of the love possesses you.


quarta-feira, 8 de junho de 2011

A merchandise called love


The love is not bought, he doesn't sell himself, he sits down. He is free as our thought, and for that reason it will happen, it always happens, a dictator to take possession of the thought of the love. Where the love arrives, everything shines she, becomes ennobling. Happy the ones that are slaves of the love, because the Universe will belong to them. Never forget: the love is our god, the eternal road that leads us to the altars of the purified paradise, sanctified.

And where has revolution, there it is the love in gestation.

segunda-feira, 6 de junho de 2011

Winds of the lost love


The first love history began with two young that loved each other privately. And that secretly of the other humans, as still today it happens because up to now nobody ordained that we are free for us to love each other, just tends as witness the moonlight of the fugitive night, if they caressed intensely, and they were promised that her love dream would be reminded in flying of the time for besides the love.

The love cannot be a pastime, a passing thing, a fashion, the love is the revelation of the relationship of two uncontrolled hearts in the trip for the planet of the love.

Grant a light string for the love to breathe, to light up. With so much pollution on board of the boat of the love, we took the folded again risk of suffocating him.

Everything is for besides the limit of our forces, the love no. It is because he is supplied, it recovers forces in the world of the secret castle of the jasmines.

In the world championship of athletics, consecrated athletes win the race easily. Two passionate youths, very naturally, were the last ones to cut the goal. But however they were in first place in the premiun of the love.

quinta-feira, 19 de maio de 2011

My son


When the politicians speak
keeps silent
They don't get tired of they wrap us
But it will arrive the hour and you will be listened

At night don't fear the shadows of the trees
On the contrary, it congratulates you for the moonlight
That half-open you, that offer you
Because in the times that run
We should thank such sublime divine gift

When you come a hungry person to pass to your side
Don't despise him. He indicates the road that waits
The ones that diverted malicious the flows of the wealth
That don't belong them

Daily you will hear many songs of promises
of the same music played on the whole side
They will always exist many musicians, many mystics
But few will be listened

In the storm of the cities learns how to walk among the crowds
Then it moves away you and it observes them
You will see a circus with a lot of joke

In the a lot of hours idle bill the time that you have to live
You will see after many years passed
And that you won't have more spare times
To recover the lost time

If you know a lot of people, you won't know none
If you don't know deeply one of them
To the discovery of the illusion

When finally only and abandoned
reminds you that your parents
In the tomb silence they await your company
And they will always be with you

Above all learns, it defends you of the thieves
And of the banks that steal lands

Never the Humanity's History
overfilled of thieves as now
That will be presented in holocaust
And they fake that nothing knows, that nothing does

quarta-feira, 18 de maio de 2011

Oppressive horizons


The times and the calamities are more violent than never, the people also.
And after so much end of the poverty proclaimed, suddenly she increases a lot. Short term, the profession (!) of politician, just as the one of dictator it will finish.
The highways of the life are very obscure. He had been able to, the corrupt ones diverted the budgets.
Do I look at the horizon and the one what see? The almost forty year-old dictatorship to graze on always at the same ranch.
The dictators are always to preach that they don't have money. But when they are dropped of the power, they are convinced that will never be it, and it is for that reason that they are dictators, easily he sees himself that they have billions of dollars in secret bills.
When the illiteracy drives the government, we consider dictatorship for the right.
To spoil the wealth of the country and the population and of the personal wealth to boast, here is the dictator's platitude.
We are always picked unexpectedly, barefoot and nude, before the promises of a new life and of a hilarious future.
Our life is a constant pilgrimage, until that finally found the final destiny of the eternal oasis.
During our wandering life in this earth, we observed the mornings daily and you be born them, the tears and the smiles of the beginning and of the end.
One of the fundamental things of ours to live is the constant projects, the one that held on to with braveness. And everything follows her normal course, until that suddenly something always happens, and that we became used to say always unexpectedly… the death.



segunda-feira, 16 de maio de 2011

The temple of the lost love


And after a lot to play, of tiring, the child runs: he waits for her her mother's love.

Maintain the fire of the candle of the love lit. It is the only, the last thing that remains us. Therefore, walk to the candle.

The best toy that you can give the a child is another child.

If you get to conquer the populations, you will never lose a war and you will win the elections.

They are visible the governments' efforts for us to put the populations in the poverty.

Who doesn't have stuff for political, he doesn't also have fortress for any collision. And to sweep the streets of a city is not unworthy for anybody, on the contrary.

The death separates us, but the love no. The power of the death doesn't overcome the eternity of Taj-Mahal of the love.

No, it is not true! Formerly we could speak and our love to love. That such funereal, so irrational, so immoral Angolan times, of such cadaverous loves.

The most important is the honesty. Without her it is not possible to live, to love. While the corrupt ones insist on the power, the love will die.

And millions of human beings met in caravans, of travellers pilgrims. Gigantic human waves steered in the direction of the temple of the lost love.

The child sleeps showing in the face the expression of the happiness. It is that the child dreams about the angel of the love.

Thousand and a sport championships are invented that they flood stadiums with avid crowds for they participate in such events. But the stadium of the world championship of the love is always emptiness, without spectators.





sexta-feira, 13 de maio de 2011

Six years already passed you in the time of the eternity


It has been six years that you navigate in the river of the time of the eternity.
After you free yourself of the hurricanes, volcanoes and of the other human storms.
You don't seek the eternal rest in vain, because he was already granted you.
And we always died in the frustration of the non liberation of the human hypocrisy.
The clique of the oil companies imposes us their rules modified never: life or death. We chose living, and you of the petroleum, ours to die.
An oil well is much more valuable than millions of our lives.
He continues to navigate in that river of tame waters, far away from this foolish.
The Human History is made by a handful of heroes and crowds of ghosts.
That the river of the eternity leads you to the lake of the happiness, and there rest under the lightness and the purity of the solar reflexes, of the gold and silver paintings. And of the soft to agitate of the youth of the green leaves always relating to springs.
While we for here travelled the incessant roads of the sadness of our lives, where everything is composed of cruelty.
We were able to, we are entitled, of we live at a love lake, but no, there is still who dreams and impose us, the lake of the hell.
The sorcery of the life is there that our love lives.

sábado, 7 de maio de 2011

Three years in the eternity


You won't return more, but your smiles, your voice they stay, as well as the charms of your sweet glance.
Your spirit hovers in our sad minds, always in the memory that you put in the love, always in the concern of your immense attention.
The death is the memory of the life, which the alive ones sit down.
The powder of the time accompanies the death and there all will meet. All have an insured room, there is no hurry. Everything is composed of death. However we are going living in the illusion of the life, while the hug of the death is always made present. It seems that we insisted on living, as if he never happened dying.
But the sweet memories feed our inspirations. The life is a tenuous moment of an impossible dream, because the death if it puts upon him.
It is the fuel of the love that inaugurates the life. Our emotions are the unrestricted desires of the incomprehension of the love.
The paradise is, therefore, the death, the liberation of the bestiality of the life.
The ship of the destiny the waters, and in their main rails we leaned over in the thoughtful ones, reliving the undone dreams, steering in the only certainty that afflicts us: the death.
He rests in peace in the lake, in the vegetation and in the surrounding mountains. And that her ephemeral beauty accompanies you, greet you. That us alive, no matter how much we do will never win any battle of the army of the death.




sexta-feira, 6 de maio de 2011

A butterfly smiling at a flower


I came to the world to be loved, and for that I demand a lot of love. All of the affections that offer me will never be too many, because I am super demanding. But easily I move myself and I fall asleep deeply, when I lean myself in the soft, homelike, hot and my dear mammy's suits breasts. I trust in everything and in all, because I still don't know how to distinguish where it is the danger, the cruelty and the kindness. I hope they let to live me in peace. I know that it is impossible, but they give me an opportunity.
Above all watch one of my worst enemies, the paedophile, wolf, bad kitten.
It is easy to imagine that my dreams won't become reality, because a bugbear will deceive myself, and never my dream if it will accomplish.
The butterflies are very beautiful, I don't get tired of pursuing them, but even so I never get to pick none. They have magic.
Alive in the children's planet where is very easy to play, in the one of the adults, her planet doesn't give for games, he has very dangerous things, we cannot move in anything, at any moment they can become disabled.
This world of the adults doesn't render, they always walk the if it kills. I am very sad because I am going growing and abandoning my world of playing, until the one of the adults to arrive.
The adults only know how to struggle, there is a lot that they ignore what is to play.
Our infantile world lasts few years, it should never end, and the adults' world is so crazy. Is nobody capable tying?
All of the children are my friends, the adults are my enemies, and because they never let to do me what I want.
To live in the adults' world is to live in the oppression.
I will speak to my friends butterflies for they take me, of here they carry. They already gave me wings; I will fly for very far, where there are not adults. I am going to the planet of the butterflies. I will become butterfly and to smile for the flowers.

quinta-feira, 5 de maio de 2011

To the four winds of the love


In the glorious times everything was made by love. Now, daily, it is bought and he sells himself everything on behalf of the love.

Formerly we went up the stairways of the love full of joy, effortlessly, happy because slaves of him. Today, totally hopeless, of so much acquired frustration, we lost the forces and we didn't get to say, I love you!

Formerly, we did a fidelity fortress of the love, of harmony, and the love corresponded, he showed in our hearts. Today we escaped from the love, as if he was our worst enemy.

The times change, the love also. On these times of the democracy of the love, he is also going to votes. Until they did of the love one more political party.

On those golden times one lived the love without barriers. Now, the love is so popularized, as any merchandise, that until already smugglers of weapons sell him.

Formerly the fire of the love didn't fade, because the love fed her. Today we are unable to guarantee the fuel that it maintains what remains of that fire. The love fades.

There was a time in that the love imposed the power, her splendour. Nowadays, the love was adulterated so much, that of so rotten that it is if he speaks openly: the two, the corruptor and the rotten of the love.

Formerly the doors of the love opened up loud, of pair in equal. Now they close tightly because no longer nothing exists nor nobody to love.

quarta-feira, 4 de maio de 2011

Mr. William Tonet, director of the newspaper Folha8, and the constants death threats


Luanda. During the week I was invaded by a virus of threatening attacks in my electronic mail, in the telephone and office, on the part of flatterers, that you were put as if they were or, maybe be even, auxiliaries of the President. In all of the occasions the tone was of: "or you stop or you die". You are "to speak too much on the comrade president".… you are "Already to abuse a lot! That is respect lack, her flunky of CIA". "If you are American then it is going to the United States to live for there and he leaves us alone". If you don't stop we still make you the bed". "We will kill you and when the Americans arrive you will already be merchandise". "If you don't want to live where there is corruption, then it is going to your new country, beside Bush and Obama". You "have envy because you are not head". They weigh these threats, I won't give up on to struggle and to resist against who, to continue to suck the wealth of the country, he has the spotted hands of blood of the million of Angolan murdered in series, namely after the May 27, 1977. But, also, I won't give up, even if that costs me the life, for believing ANGOLA AND THE ANGOLAN ones are not any leader's property.

terça-feira, 3 de maio de 2011

Lost in the Occident of the bewildered time


The life is as a mountain of your moments and gentle desires. He learns how to climb her and it preserves her.
Who everything wants everything loses, it is said. But the oil companies want everything and they don't lose anything.
The other roads of other times were insecure. But the current ones, in spite of the progresses technological, healthy extremely insecure. Almost that cannot leave house.
We always walked very hurried, busy, that we didn't get time for anything else, nor to love.
Civilization is it be assaulted at any moment.
If the saints are too much, more than the days of our life, and is Satan only one, as it is that he gets to take them always the best?
There are political parties that stored in the power, contradicting our expectations, they are revealed as perfect dictators, and they retreat us for the time of the slavery.
The dictators are as the Church and their priests: besides they be chosen by God, they also enjoy the prerogatives of the divine power.

sexta-feira, 29 de abril de 2011

The walls of the love


The fires of the chained desires invade our souls and our thirsty hearts, never satiated of love.

The life stopped, he abandoned us and the love also. For something to weave superfluous considerations, if the lost love never turn, is never met again.

On the whole side he sees himself the despair of that in that we believed during the aspirations of our lives. Even in the love that didn't leave us surpluses.

Oh! How are lifelong the unspeakable ways, hiding places of the love. As well as the plants they grow and they bloom, like this loving the love rejuvenates her.

We looked in all of the directions that it is us possible to imagine, in the distorted hope of the love there to find.

In the rocks of the cliffs of our lives, the pyramids of the water of the sea beat at the fort, they like the din. It is like this the power of the love when he flees for among our aching hands, no longer you exasperate.

quinta-feira, 28 de abril de 2011

The dictators' landscape


The Constitution of Angola is as an object of personal and disposable use, because systematically violated us doesn't give warranties for us to exercise our citizenship rights.
When a government we impel for besides our limits of the poverty, we have the legitimate to owe of we riot us with all our forces.
The dictators always have a prepared private army to shoot to kill on the populations that just demand not dying to the hunger.
With a flag, a hymn, a palace, a presidential guard and a dictator is made a nation.
In the streets of the slippery petroleum the funereal procession of those disinherited continues, of the without future. The petroleum is not for who wants, but for who deserves him.
The dictator governs alone. He orders to do elections and it wins them always. With nerve, it guarantees that the vote was secret. He wants the elections were free, fair and democratic. And the altar of the power of God smiled him. Just as Him, they are eternal.

quarta-feira, 27 de abril de 2011

The being's unknown


However nothing changed. The wealth stays in the power of some few, very few, and the poverty stays in the crowds. It is this that still she stipulate to call freedom.

No matter how cares have, we verified that our confident savings, deposited in a bank evaporate. Banks, those horrible creatures that steal us the money and they are exempted of responsibilities.

To the that we arrived. Until our lives they sacrifice on behalf of the business.

God chooses the dictators, and the people are chosen by the demon.

We never know the roads through where to walk, because all drive us the this dictatorship.

Image: http://www.saojosedoscampos.com.br/diario/index.php?id=16568&cat=54

quarta-feira, 20 de abril de 2011

BRAZIL. STOP BELOMONTE


President Dilma, Minister António Patriota and it Minister Maria do Rosário Nunes, as a conscious Brazilian citizen, me support OEA in her request to interrupt BELOMONTE construction. Brazil needs to invest in energy truly renewable, that it doesn't destroy the environment or it reaches vulnerable populations. Hear OEA and stop BELOMONTE! Click here

Lady, Sônia Mariza Martuscelli? Did we "Verify absolute absence of the State. It is an earth of anybody. There are problems of all of the orders. There is children's sexual exploration, absence of the State in the service to the most basic segments. The one that we verified is an instant unbalance among the consortium and the Riparian populations, the indigenous ethnicity and other existent traditional communities in that area", the counsellor.



sábado, 16 de abril de 2011

The centralities of the atrocities of the construction sites


Mr. Governor of Luanda decides to demolish the empire of the evil that it destroys Luanda. Here he can see the construction of the jungle of the ideology easily. This garbage can of the illiteracy is built in the rears of three buildings that just undo for the unhealthy pleasure of destroying. Already order to demolish how they do with the cottages of those spoiled. Because only you are entitled of living and us no? Leave and see: it is in the rears of Pomobel to Zé Pirão, Luanda.

sexta-feira, 15 de abril de 2011

MPLA THREAT OF DEAT MARCOLINO MOCO. He doesn't constitute innovation, it is practical appealing.


José Manuel, corresponding of the Rádio Ecclesia in Benguela, Angola, in the news section today, 15Abr, of 13 o'clock that is transcribed:
In Benguela, in an entitled debate, the Winds of the North and Angola, under patronage of ONG, OMUNGA, Marcolino Moco, said that we are before the consummation of a dictatorship. And that it was threatened of death by MPLA.
Marcolino Moco emphasized that only now denounced it, because in the height it feared for the life of her family. The words were: "If you don't remain silent, it will happen you the same as it happened to Savimbi.

quinta-feira, 7 de abril de 2011

Luanda, Angola. The Persecution of the merciless intolerance


WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
ABOUT OF 21:00 IN APRIL 6, WEDNESDAY, TWO HOODED INDIVIDUALS APPEARED FRONT TO MR. CARBONO CASIMIRO HOUSE - PROMOTER OF the MANIFESTATION OF APRIL 2 is ARRESTED ON MARCH 7 - AFFIRMING will FADE CARBON". THE SUPPOSED MISCREANTS SHOT SHOTS THAT SCARED the NEIGHBORHOOD. Mr. CARBON CASIMIRO WAS NOT HOME, HAVING BEEN ALERTED BY NEIGHBORING RELATIVES. HER RESIDENCE LOCATES FROM BEHIND OF THE CITADEL. FRIENDS are to TRY to CONTACT the POLICE to DENOUNCE THE EVENT AND to REQUEST PROTECTION FOR MR. CARBON (921009600)

Source: BD-Democratic block

sexta-feira, 1 de abril de 2011

The New Imperialism: China in Angola


Rafael Marques de Morais

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In June 2010, the General Hospital in Angola’s capital of Luanda had to evacuate all medical personnel and patients when severe cracks appeared everywhere in the two-story building and bricks began to disintegrate, threatening imminent collapse. The 80,000-square-meter structure was the first public hospital built in the country since Angola became independent in 1975. It was built by the China Overseas Engineering Group Co. (COVEC) at a cost of $8 million, funded from a Chinese government credit line. Residents of Luanda noted that the shoddily constructed hospital contrasted with the $80 million state-of-the-art private clinic (built in 2006 by the Portuguese and sponsored by the national oil company Sonangol) that caters specifically to the ruling elite, oil workers, and the well-to-do. But the moral they drew from the story had little to do with the haves and have-nots, focusing instead on the short life span of public works undertaken by Chinese companies in Angola as part of the low-key economic and cultural offensive China is waging on the African continent.

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ASEAN encourages the sovereignty of its members. That’s probably why China can exploit it so easily. It’s also probably why its members want to hedge Beijing with closer US ties — ties Washington is all to happy to grant.

Last March, I drove more than five hundred kilometers of newly tarred roads from Luanda toward the Lunda provinces in northeastern Angola. By October, on a follow-up trip, the tar had been removed from different sections of this expanse as a result of poor workmanship by Chinese engineers. This was not an isolated occurence. Throughout the country, tales of the Chinese roads being washed away by rain or filling up with potholes within months of being opened to traffic are now the stuff of legend. On the return trip, while dodging potholes as I drove through the province of Malanje, I saw a new Chinese-built school whose roof had blown off in a recent rainstorm. The older neighboring houses kept their roofs even though some of them were thatched.

The end of the twenty-seven-year civil war in Angola in 2002 ushered in a new era of promises in which national reconstruction, reconciliation, and democratization were to be the cornerstones for a new society for eighteen million Angolans. One dividend of peace would go to tens of thousands of demobilized soldiers and millions of internal displaced persons and unemployed who would aid in the national reconstruction effort—a process designed to strengthen genuine reconciliation and alleviate poverty at the same time, and which would be underwritten by an oil boom that later yielded fast-paced, two-digit economic growth (in 2010 alone, Angola exported an estimated $52.5 billion in oil; projections for 2011 put the same figure at $56.8 billion). But the government took a fateful step, calling on China to fulfill the promise of reconstruction—in the same way it had outsourced its national defense needs to Cuba from 1975 to 1989.

The Cubans had indeed defended the regime against the formerly US-backed rebel movement UNITA, led by Jonas Savimbi. Los compañeros, as the Cubans were known, had also maintained, along with an occupying army, a regular stream of medical doctors, teachers, and other skilled workers to enable and secure the basic functioning of the state administration. In February 2009, Angolan President José Eduardo dos Santos rightly acknowledged that Cuba was instrumental “both at the civil and military level, for the proclamation of Angola’s independence and for the organization of the new State and its administration.”

But Cuba also assisted in a purge of military officers critical of Dos Santos’s predecessor, Agostinho Neto, and provided the crucial military and security personnel to mop up dissenting voices throughout the country. Tens of thousands of people were killed, many simply for having middle-
class or entrepreneurial skills, or for being considered intellectuals. Among the arrested, thousands were sent to the local gulags the Cubans called “reeducation camps.”

Today Cuba is yesterday’s news in Angola, and China is regarded as the wave of the future. Its engineers are expected to remedy the country’s lack of basic infrastructure. Drawing on their own experience at home, China’s political theorists are expected by Angolan leaders to show how development can be given to the people as a substitute for civil liberties and human rights. The prize for Dos Santos and his clique is an economic boom that will give them the legitimacy to continue to rule after thirty-five years in power. The prize for the Chinese is access to Angola’s plentiful resources, especially oil. In 2010, Angola overtook Saudi Arabia to become China’s largest supplier of crude oil.



Some independent estimates claim that there are more than a hundred thousand Chinese workers in Angola today. The Angolan ambassador to China, João Manuel Bernardo, stated publicly that in 2008 alone his consulate had issued more than forty thousand visas to the Chinese. In one single project, at the Kilamba Kiaxi social housing development in the outskirts of Luanda, the China International Trust and Investment Corporation employs ten thousand Chinese workers and a handful of Angolans. This state-owned enterprise is building up to seven hundred and ten apartment buildings and supporting infrastructure, in a thirty-eight-month project worth $3.53 billion. The number of Chinese laborers is expected to rise to twelve thousand at the peak of the project, according to the company’s website.

The majority of Chinese workers in Angola are engaged in reconstruction projects, but many thousands have branched out and become real estate developers, retailers, photocopy shop owners, street hawkers, and masseurs.

Angolans are impressed by the fact that the Chinese are hardworking people ready to take on any job. They are somewhat forgiving of the fact that the structures the Chinese build tend to fall down or fall apart, acknowledging that some responsibility for these failings goes to their own country’s institutionalized culture of corruption, incompetence, and disregard for public safety. After all, Brazilian and Portuguese construction companies have expertly exploited this environment for decades, leading Angolans to create a specific lexicon for the resulting public works: disposable roads, Styrofoam bridges, facade works, etc.

The difference between such past projects and today’s nonstop Chinese efforts is the scale. The Chinese intervention is centralized in the office of the president, who runs the country as an extensive fabric of patronage networks. Under bilateral agreements between the two countries, China’s Exim Bank has loaned some $4.5 billion to Angola since 2002 for reconstruction projects, and the Chinese government is expected to arrange for another $10 billion loan for the next two years.

The China International Fund (CIF), a private company based in Hong Kong, has taken charge of the most ambitious projects, such as the construction of 215,500 low-income social houses, an industrial area in Luanda with seventy factories, an international airport, 2,680 kilometers of national railway tracks and 133 depots, and 1,500 kilometers of interprovincial roads, with more on the drawing boards.

Chinese government and CIF interests in Angola overlap, making it difficult to distinguish state from private affairs, although the government seems at times impatient with the private company. Documents from WikiLeaks disclose information on CIF, passed by the Chinese ambassador to Angola, Bolum Zhang, to his US counterpart, Dan Mozena, in which Zhang reiterates that CIF is poorly managed and lacks leadership but enjoys a “close relationship” with President dos Santos, even though many of its projects have been halted for lack of capacity. The CIF flagship construction project, the new international airport, set to become the largest in Africa, was scheduled to open in 2010 after being announced in 2005. But when I visited last March (after the date set for completion), apart from cranes, trucks, Chinese nationals, and a partial foundation, there was little evidence of serious work going on. “CIF is a company that has no construction record or credentials,” a Chinese official said cynically. “Largely they are brokers who get contracts from the Angolan government and sell them to other Chinese companies for huge profits.”

The importance President dos Santos attaches to the Chinese building boom in Angola can be seen by the fact that he has assigned the presidential guard to cordon off some of the major projects now under way, such as the Kilamba Kiaxi social housing project, the special industrial area, and the Luanda airport.

Beyond the low engineering and construction standards, the Chinese intervention in Angola is widely seen as fostering social stultification and regression. It has enabled a string of political measures aimed at perpetuating the power of the president’s inner circle, while setting back internal dialogue on national reconstruction even within the ruling party itself. The Chinese presence has also spawned a mass fantasy about national goals that bears no resemblance to what can really be accomplished—the sheer weight of which, along with threats of repression, often silences critics of the Dos Santos regime.

Among the many promises, the president said during the 2008 legislative elections that he would deliver a million houses in four years. The message was spread that the Chinese were to perform the miracle of rebuilding the whole country in record time. The official propaganda motto was “Angola é um canteiro de obras,” meaning the whole country is a construction site of public works.

Dos Santos knew people did not believe that this would happen. But for a society mired in fear and corruption, waiting idly for changes that will never happen remains a popular substitute for attempts at action that would certainly be crushed.



José Eduardo dos Santos has been in power for thirty years. After his ruling MPLA Party won a Soviet-style victory by capturing eighty-two percent of the votes in 2010, Dos Santos enacted a new constitution that enables him to remain in office until 2022, giving him many years to preside over the Sinoization of his country.

The new constitution also ends the role of Parliament to monitor the executive office. Dos Santos’s current powers surpass even those he had under his previous Marxist-Leninist dictatorship (1979–91). Under the new constitution, the president can pass legislative decrees without bothering with Parliament.

Angola now faces a reverse democratization process: the comeback of a de facto one-party system that emulates the Chinese model but without the basic human development that China provides to its own. The concentration of power in the presidency has turned Sino-Angolan relations into a new stream for looting. The ruling elite around Dos Santos can maximize their profits while allowing the Chinese to acquire core prerogatives of sovereignty in what French academic Béatrice Hibou describes as “the privatization of the state.”

The Angolan presidency has become, in effect, an “epicenter of corruption.” In the past few years, a triumvirate of officials close to the president have built a multibillion-dollar private empire. The officials in question are General Hélder Vieira Dias “Kopelipa,” head of Casa Militar (Dos Santos’s office of military affairs, which oversees the army, the police, the state security, and the presidential guard); General Leopoldino Fragoso, adviser to General Kopelipa; and Manuel Vicente, chairman and CEO of Sonangol, the company that manages oil and gas reserves. The same triumvirate has been instrumental in managing Sino-Angolan relations, securing the loans from China, and supplying the Chinese with oil.

But while these men have acquired unparalleled financial power and tightened ties with China, there is no money to continue with most of the major projects the Chinese are supposed to build. There are rumors in Luanda of an investigation into General Kopelipa’s management of past Chinese loans to persuade China to give new and larger ones. The apparent measure also serves to assuage Chinese uneasiness about not being paid when they have already disbursed the funds.



Angola is run through an extensive fabric of patronage networks enhanced by the fact that ninety-five percent of the country’s export revenues, which are essential for patronage, derive from foreign-controlled offshore oil production. Such economic arrangements have insulated the Dos Santos regime from the will of the Angolan people, who remain economically and politically irrelevant. China’s new prominence is part of an effort by the ruling elite to keep them that way by excluding society at large from the task of national reconstruction.

Poor Chinese communities have sprung up in some of the most dangerous slums of Luanda and in some isolated rural villages, where Chinese live as tenants of Angolan families. Even Chinese-language signs have sprung up on national roads to direct Chinese workers driving across the country.

In securing a foothold in Angola, China has run afoul of simmering popular discontent. Portrayals of ordinary Angolans as xenophobic, disgruntled perpetrators of violence toward the Chinese are becoming a staple in foreign media. The Wall Street Journal recently reported how “Chinese workers and companies have been singled out for physical attacks. Meanwhile, staff and facilities have been targeted by antigovernment forces.” As a matter of fact, on November 2, 2010, a group of Angolans killed two Chinese construction material dealers, Zhan Xiao Lin, 28, and Xiu Zhi Fu, 36, by throwing a grenade at the warehouse where the victims lived and worked.

“The Chinese have a habit of moving around with bundles of cash and by keeping lots of it at home without security. Thus, they make themselves easy targets,” explains the police superintendent, Chief Jorge Bengue, as to the cause of the violence against some Chinese nationals. He adds, “The police have worked a lot with the Chinese Embassy and companies to address the causes of violence.”

But the police officer has also seen the opposite side of this coin: “We are now experiencing a new incidence of organized crimes committed by Chinese engaged in armed robberies against their own enterprises and fellow workers. Last October, we detained three Chinese armed robbers who were raiding their own coworkers.”

Most Chinese crimes are nonviolent: stealing the tax-free imported construction materials assigned for national reconstruction and selling them on the black market. They are even selling sand, gravel, and water extracted from sites provided by Casa Militar for reconstruction. They are virtually unsupervised in their expansion throughout the countryside and have access to natural resources unknown to Angolans. Many trucks conducting such illegal business prominently display free pass credentials issued by Casa Militar, with the official logo of the presidency.

Because of their growing visibility and growing power, along with their support of an increasingly corrupt government, the Chinese in Angola, to use an American phrase from the 1960s, have become part of the problem rather than part of the solution. The Angolan minister of home affairs, Sebastião Martins, may have had the faintly sinister impact of these foreign guests and sponsors on his country’s future in mind when, late last year, he said, “There is peace from war here. But there is no social peace yet.”

Rafael Marques de Morais is an Angolan journalist specializing in political economy and human rights. He runs the website MakaAngola.com.

sexta-feira, 25 de março de 2011

Help us! Free journalist Mr. Armando Chicoca


Journalist Angolan victim of the cruellest, ferocious, insane, voracious, cannibal injustice of the last dictatorship in Africa.

quarta-feira, 16 de março de 2011

We lost the friendship of the Nature


And the Earth was proud, she felt very it holds. Everything in her lived the happiness, the harmony, the charm, the freedom and the balance. The god of the Nature blessed them regularly, and all of the beings' prayers went to the trees, for the vegetation, for the rivers, mountains. And all if they respected and they loved. Oh of who dared to mistreat a tree, but no, the divine essence was there, in the paradise. They loved the Nature and she corresponded them. Until that one day appeared for there a human being, a man, and he saw that there was good to build central nuclear.

We know where go, but our future no longer. With so many exasperations human, inhuman, our planet knows: our extinction. It was previsible that such happened, but the damned habit of challenging the forces of the Nature triumphed and everything keeled over and nothing else remained. Just wreckage of a progress inexistent, dangerous. And after the destruction of this planet, the man already thinks about the conquest of the chaos of other.

The profit is enemy of the civilization, because to exist, to survive, it uses the destruction of our planet. Constantly it fills the Earth of wounds, because it belongs to her that the humus is extracted that becomes money, for enrichment of some and the poverty of the other ones. In spite of there is a lot if they emit constants alarms that to continue to live like this, in the disordered spoliation of the Earth, the tragic end would appear. And it seems that they got to destroy what still remained us: a tiny hope.

quinta-feira, 10 de março de 2011

The eternal ones and suits moments of the silences of the love


They happened in an idyll, in an oasis, the vacations in that Northeast of that beach, always Atlantic. Your feet levitated, they caressed, and they played in the superficial sand. As something new, an unknown pleasure. Agitating of the water sounded you in the ears: "Come! It comes! “And you let to caress you for the current coherent, lukewarm, and still marine. You gave as offering, your corporal universe to the god of the cast on the shore Northeast. I navigate a lot in my boat always in the hope of meeting, to navigate in the South of your Atlantic Ocean.

We are still so distant, but very close of your silences contagious, inebriant, and however so perennial, inspiring. No, no… I agreed with my mind, it has her, it is you totally she given. It is been speak to me of love… no longer I remember what that means. Just a tenuous memory of other lives, of other times, of other last eras. There was already a time in that the people believed immaculately in the love. But nowadays it was reserved as merchandise. In my youth it believed strongly in him, it carried him, it took him very seriously. But with the age I discovered, I learned, and that he is a lot for besides us… it is metaphysical, one cannot play of light vitality with him. I know that he is there in our Northeast, that it is where I am in this precise moment… to your wait.

segunda-feira, 7 de março de 2011

Will it be that this is the civilization of the silence?


The times continue agitated, extraordinary. The symphonies of the Nature go by us in lunatic would run. It is for that, that we lost, didn't apprehend her melody. Until crying of the children it seems uncomfortable perishes. And the wars for the freedom are reborn us and they agitate the dictators. They are the constant winds of the change that transport us for the future of the that is of all of us and not just of some.

We dreamed a lot that we flew and we crossed all of the obstacles flying much higher, always. But to the we wake up verified stupefies that we continued at the same place, and of him we didn't get to leave, because to him they tied us. And we let to lean us in the eternal silence of the lost and desperate wills of the laments of our unconscious walls. Will it be that this is the civilization of the silence?

One of the most fearsome weapons of the slavery is the doctrine that we owed the all the moment obedience to the superior entities. That is extremely pleasant for the religions and political dictators. The imposition of the permanent superstition so that it is easier our dominance. The holders of the power always have the pretension of they decreed laws for us to control us the steps and the mind day and night. Will it be that in a very close future will sleep and will we dream in another dimension Matrix?

All the ones that aspirate to the power promise us so much happiness as if a parallel planet existed. Near to the power, the garden of the paradise is revealed as planted carnivorous plants, and our oasis again the hell. Always with the same verbalization of the economic conjuncture that is us very unfavourable. And the scientists that there are dozens of years prevent us for if they don't build houses close of the margins, because the sea level is to arise. But even so many build and the sea later destroys. It is business, just as the politics. Are we condemned to the voting of eternal elections?

Our poverty spreads because there is always somebody that makes business of that. The most whopping example is the bank activities in countries where the populations live in the poverty, and the banks get to present profits astronomical. And healthy regimes that are said democratic because leaning for the richest countries. He wants to say: a democracy for rich and other for poor. And because it is that those fortunes gotten in collusion with spoliators dictators are not immediately frozen? Because the democracy also writes right for crooked lines.

sábado, 5 de março de 2011

Military/secret police threat weekly paper publication death FOLHA8 and it impedes her publication.


Our lives run danger, at any moment…
Luanda, Angola. MPLA REIMPORTS THE TERROR OF THE MAY 27
The newspaper FOLHA8 this week, edition of 05Mar11, was not published due to that the employees of the print shop where it is printed, received many threats for cellular phone of strangers, threatening them that if they printed it, the responsibilities for their murders would relapse on them, the workers of the print shop. And the fear did with they paralyzed the work, so that Folha8 didn't come out for the newsstands.
And the authors of the anonymous phone calls decreed that Folha8 is a weekly paper that incites to the violence.
Without a doubt that our lives run danger. MPLA is to urge her war machine for the physical elimination of everything and of all that are not in agreement with her political line that is: the corruption, the spoliation, and the maintenance of the concentration camps of the death, dispersed for all to Angola.
Angola burns, Angola is the hell.
Who accusation the corruption commits the incitement crime to the violence.
Stalin is alive, and it waives us with the death.
The one that MPLA intends is very simple: he wants to be alone with her family and with Angola as deprived property. And who is not of agreement, bang! bang!
MPLA wants the total and complete war. Never who did a war highly fratricidal it is in conditions of speaking in peace, could only make him with the devil. In fact as always he made it and he does.
To listen the radios, TVs and the newspapers of Mpla that now bomb us more than never, at night and in the daytime with propaganda orthodox Stalinists, this is not incitement to the violence?
But, more war against who? Against the flies and mosquitoes that infest us, and for the ones which no solution there has be more than thirty years, and is the population that already crossed him what considered poverty?
The return at the old good times of the slaughters returned.
We waited that the Angolan ones she don't let to kill as the Nazis did. That they transported millions of human rags for the they chirps in the gas chambers of the fields of massive extermination.
To Gestapo and SS they opened branches in Angola, and it seems that they already exercise activities. It is only to listen the news sections of the means of communication of Mpla.
The incredible of this everything, is that with the borders of very insecure Angola, grow up one more internal conflict than certainly it will provoke the chaos once again. Won't this be one more suicide?
To force million of Angolan to the poverty, that is not an indecent incitement to the violence?
When, how now, do they threaten us in thousand and a mortal way that is not incitement to the violence?
When can Mpla only make manifestations, and more nobody can him, is it prohibited categorically, that is not incitement to the violence?
The whole mineral wealth… everything that smells to dollars is in being able to of the famous group of the six of Mpla. That also incitement is not to the violence?
When there is no intellectual possibility of debate the violence of Mpla appears. And in this he is very underneath, because who doesn't have cerebral capacity… it uses the shot and the death, because he doesn't know how to talk. The important is the universities of the illiteracy, and the birth of a new homeland with the unconditional support of the new life of the Oil Church that gives the Angolan people to the cemeteries of Mpla. This also incitement is not to the violence?
Is the way with what arrested and do they condemn the political opponents, this is not incitement to the violence?
MPLA pleads the Angolan population to maintain vigilant. It can only be surveillance of the corruption and of the poverty that they don't stop, until they already broke the world record.
To end with the markets, how the one of Roque Santeiro, and to force the thousands of salespersons to beg for her in the streets, this is not a cadaverous incitement to the violence?
To flood foreigners' Angola and to offer them our jobs, this is not an incentive to the violence?
At this time Mpla has at least four factions: the Faction-JES, of Mr. José Eduardo dos Santos, actual President of Angola, the Mpla-Ut, and the Union of the democratic Tendencies, Nito Alves' followers, and Committee of the Change of Mpla. Which of them will win him? It is due to their serious internal problems that Mpla tries to divert the attentions for Unita, as traditional scapegoat. But is it that anybody manages to do a war, or a coup d'état with four containers of ammunitions of an apprehended ship of the United States of America, from when and done keep in the arbour of Lobito in Angola?
We won't leave that Mpla-JES contains the democracy in the prisons of the dictatorship.
And because it is that Mpla maintains to her service mercenary journalists and incendiaries, as the sadly famous Mr. José Ribeiro, of the Morgue Newspaper of Angola. This is not a more instant incentive to the violence?
The fight among the oils and spoiled them of everything intensifies. That it wins the best.
And we swore that we will do a homeland oil of Angola… when we free ourselves of the extermination of our populations.
This is not a homeland, it is an oil volcano.
For this walk we have more candidates to TPI. Angolan dictators: the International Penal Tribunal waits for you!


sexta-feira, 4 de março de 2011

In Angola, to denounce the corruption is defamation crime


The Calvary of one more Angolan journalist, Mr. Armando José Chikoka, convict the year of prison for corrupt judges. Now, even to a monumental garbage hill if he calls democracy.
And when breathing, he fells down the intense smell of the dictatorship that still pollutes the air and our hearts.
This petroleum smells the death, the corruption, the poverty.
A terrible Mafia that it divides the billions of dollars of the petroleum amongst themselves, and as if it didn't arrive them… they privatize Angola and the Angolan ones. Yes! Until the populations they are deprived property, because they live in the slavery and to the blind obedience of the life and their gentlemen's death.
It maintains private armies that they spread the terror in the populations. Armies strongly armed and munitions, a hymn, a flag and a palace, and here we have one more dictatorship, to impose us the daily savagery.
The following times are guessed merciless, bloody, humiliating. The slaves have that they learn her lift the head, and they say, it is ENOUGH! NO!
The important is to defend very especially, the interests Chinese, Brazilian, Portuguese, etc., so that our slavery stays, and a group of tyrants devours us the bodies and the souls.
Everything this under the glance of dead fish, of the complicity and indulgence of the corrupt Church, that to beg for a oils surpluses sells the few believers' human flock that they remain them. The church is, and it will always be, the church of the devil. Of canons and priests frustrated that they resell the souls to the dictatorship, because of such low intellectual quotient, the only exit that remains them of their vile and vain existences, it is the useless priesthood in the churches to the flies, but infested of priests paedophiles. And they insist that they nail the Gospel in the earth.
Yes, the Gospel according to Paedophile Holy.

It is for that that the populations adhere to the sorcery and the more and more any improvised church. It is that our Church is too much oil. They obtain dividends then and he sells her flock to the colonization.
No, the Church is not a dictatorship as those with a dictator there is more than thirty years in the power. The Church is a millenarian dictatorship.
If God is omniscient and omnipresent, as it is that Pope asks her to intercede in the human conflicts, and in other poverty?
Theology is the diabolical trick of intending to prove a superior entity that doesn't exist.

As it is sad to verify that they are to create the conditions that will lead to the inevitable life fight or death. Yes! Because the one that happens is the fight of a people that doesn't want more if it lets to take to the slaughterhouse of the extermination.

terça-feira, 1 de março de 2011

A jasmine is always the best therapy


I don't know how they get to rob more spoiled them of the anything that they have. But they obtain incomes; they are the inventors of the excellence of the cruelty. And all have to obey to her will. After all the history of the times is the history of the dictatorships. And to her passage until the plants wither, they dry. He leaves them the glance so much danger that nothing to her turn resists them. It is later, that nerve, they bind us with speeches that were they that gave up us, implanted us the democracy. Who is still thereabout there doesn't believe in the devil?

I spurred my set up furiously because in the castle of the shady figures, it was there my lover, I don't know if chained, or already violated. The dictator of the day and of the night it kidnapped her, and fortifies him. And he shows off for the fields that nothing has of green, that my damsel was her promised to pay off an old slavery debt. Him, as he doesn't know, he will never know, what did the democracy already finish (?) with such shame, did it compose a damned ballad of glorification to the dictators. And threat that who dares to attack with my love it will end. Oh! But didn't these times still end?

For the whole disease a therapy exists, and where that not to happen, there is not to faint. The therapy of the soul is a wonderful alternative. Yes, alternating is the key of the dictatorship of loving. And in the silences of our souls jasmines break out with immortal, glorious perfumes. A jasmine is always the best therapy. The dictators are tireless in the appetite of jasmines of blood. It is for that that they are frequently said indispensable and that the people under their armies are the happiest of the world.

They diverted the course of the river because it is more important, gratifying a hotel to build. In an apex he left the flora and the fauna. The water before pure he benefited with human spots. Fast the work finished and the hotel was inaugurated. And the flatterers elevated the mentors and the builders of such magnificent enterprise. They praised the democratic talents of the bank loans that a lot contribute for the development of a nation and of the civilization. Oh! As healthy so perennial these democratic times.

I only hope they don't mistreat, they don't hate the jasmines. But that finds strange, brave sensibility. Oh! Now the fault is of the jasmines. Never a plant so perfumed was so hated. There is already who intends to invent, or it seems that it already invented, a weapon of laser beams to burn, to devastate the jasmines forever. There is who doesn't also sleep, be shocked with nightmares nocturnal and of the day. Especially to wake up with a manifestation of tons of jasmines in the bed. The dictators already walk from house to house, from door to door, in the implacable hunt of the ones that insist on the cultivation of jasmines. Then they don't know that some dictatorships, still how some resistant bacteria to the antibiotics, decreed the extinction of the jasmines? They say that this idea brilliant vein of an oil canon, also great follower of the prohibitions of manifestations.

I passed at random and I saw the clinic nature. I approached for to greet, but it seemed aching, sick. He didn't understand the clinical torpor, so without natural, abnormal. Until the greenish it did impede, but after all that it happened? Close, a small group of children that danced to the sound of a celestial orchestra that as the water of a river was born in their small heads. It is then understood the discouragement of the clinic nature: it is that the children never again got sick, and they stopped like this frequenting the clinic, and she very only felt, sad, very abandoned, as the senior people.