“Last week the Prime Minister, Mr Robert Mugabe, hit out at people in leadership positions who were amassing wealth and described them as ‘Socialist deviants who are traitors to the revolution.’ … he went on to say: – ‘It is downright selfish and utterly immoral that we leaders should take advantage of our positions to acquire wealth we would never have been able to acquire had we not held leadership positions.’

“Selfish and immoral it may be”, the article continues, from which I took this statement attributed by the Star’s Robin Drew to Robert [Bob the Roz] Mugabe up north in Rumbabwe. It was written and published on the 17th of August 1987. Yes 20 years ago when Bob had only been in power for 7 years and already the same article quotes “The hard pressed taxpayer has once again had to face the reality that his money is being squandered by crooks….”

I take huge heart from this. This Mugabe chap and his kleptocratic cohorts have plundered the second Changamire State to a condition of hyper-bankruptcy: and still they are unmovable. If they can keep this hustle going for 27 years and counting then the glorious exponential republic of enlightened SA will stay afloat for eons.

Now that I am satisfied that the country is in reasonably good hands… certainly as good as they’ve ever been, I must ask myself the question that we are all asking at the moment… where will we be twenty years from now in 2027… and all I can imagine is that the world will be as different then compared to now as now is compared to when Mr Mugabe made his most relevant and true speech.

So I could stop there and say this is interesting and leave it at that…. But no…

I have to make a point.

To digress for a moment: In 1994, on the 11th September, the anniversary weekend of Steve Bantu Biko’s, murder my wife and I were attacked by a gang of armed men who fired seventeen bullets at me personally, of which four tore holes in my body in places that still cause grief On the other hand i, being, fortunately, given the tenor of the times, and for other reasons that are too complex to deal with here, armed with a small Czechoslovakian pistol [now it would be either Chech or Slovak depending on where Brno is now] fired thirteen back at them and hit them nine times… I am still disturbed about the four missing bullets. Offically I won although the truth is that in such a circumstance no one wins: it isall so point
less.

However having survived the gunfight I then had to survive the aftermath and that was a tale in its own right.

I had a sense during that gunfight that I was not alone… in a poem I wrote after the event: Satori, I wrote: – “I saw a gathering of angels….” [in echo of Hamlet]

I knew that something one could call miraculous had taken place. After all I was no gunfighter. Like many citizens living through a violent and terrible period of our history the weapon existed to be certain that I existed and my work took me to many places where safety was minimal.

Where did that awesome strength come from? I had assumed for a time that it was adrenaline shock… but what if it wasn’t…?

What I do know is that it wasn’t some outlandish weirdo… According to evidence led at the hearing, where I had to show justifiable homicide to a court to account for those who died in that struggle; those people saw a man [me] become two people. Now maybe they were drunk, court records show that their blood alcohol level was high for a Sunday morning. On the other hand what if they weren’t “what did they see? They saw me in two places, which is what I saw: and in my denial frame called it a gathering of angels.

So what is the point here?

Simply that I went somewhere over those next few days or seconds or while whatever happened. I went somewhere. I don’t know where. For all I know [and have preferred to think of as drug induced hallucinations derived from whatever hospitals feed one on while full of bullet holes that have to be opened up cleaned out and fixed before being stitched up again… they do immense damage as they blast their way through the body like some giant electric shockwave] for all i know they were no more than hallucinations…. then again. What if they weren’t?

Along the way I had a vision of catastrophe and redemption.

I wrote notes on what happened while stoned out in intensive care and wrote many more over the intervening 13 years since that event. I have also noted the synergy with the great 9/11 event. I have compiled that vision into a collection of work, which is only partially, complete [on paper]. I call the collection of work the Azanian Quartet.

At this stage two parts of the Azanian Quartet exist: The Buffalo Hunters, and The Ashanti Raider. The first is set against the year of the Revolution at a time much more violent than now when the gain was no longer political. The second, also a crime story adventure ta
kes place against the philosophic background of the Truth Hearings.

The third part is more complex and is set at some “Other” time which may or may not be in our future. It may equally be in a parallel universe or in the minds of the players or only in your mind.

That world of the third, which is called the Jonker Memorandum, is a world where a women [also known as the Penetratee Gendor] could walk naked and unmolested through the Azanian Konfederacy with a purse of gold on her head. According to legend this has only ever occurred during the short rule of Genghis Khan, so It’s a big deal in the future.

The problem was how to prepare you, my reader, for that journey into that story set against that social code. In addition I had to deal with the vision that is central to the story.

In my story The testimonies of an enumerator part one [that I first published on my now discontinued personal website in 2003] my vision involved deluges of water, a tsunami from hell. My hope is that the great tsunami of 2005 that wiped out Banda Acre in
Indonesia represented the fulfilment of that vision.

My world that I created to account for the destruction I witnessed during that time that I was recovering from multiple bullet wounds in the Linksfield Park Clinic is set against the decade 2009 – 2019.

The great disaster I saw in my state of hallucinatory recovery, when according to various confirmations I was travelling in some other dimensions of our alleged reality involved huge flooding that devastated the planet sufficiently to render the world static for a time. I have made it to occur on 23rd December 22012 in confirmation of an ancient Mayan prophecy. I do hope that it happened already, as I said, in the east where although the human loss was real, the destruction of vital global infrastructure was minimal.

Many things happened during that period and I have attempted to reconstruct the vision. At a contrary end I also had to deconstruct the vision and its symbolisms from the times in which we live so that we would not confuse the place in my story with the place in which we live.

I published therefore a linking piece to bond the first two parts of the Azanian Quartet with the two parts that are to follow: one in that time and the other in another.

This linking piece is called the Testimonies of an enumerator.

The testimonies fall into two parts.

Part One is the concerned with the presidency of the first woman to take charge of the country called Southern Azanian, in the emerging Azanian Konfederacy in
Azania. Any comparisons with places like South Africa, The African Union and
Africa are relatively coincidental although without either rancour nor favour.

She [Corinth Starr]takes charge during the period 2009-2019 [AD] and takes the idea of transformation to a place you never dreamt of, or if you did it was never this complex.

I do not promise you an easy read. I do anticipate that it will be a provocative read. As the author who published this story four years ago I am amazed myself at how much of what I was saying then is in play at this stage.

Specifically the idea of a United States of Africa, which I wholeheartedly endorse with the usual caveats to the rights of the citizen.

Secondly the idea of people being “on line” with some form of body tagging. Not that this is a new idea, simply that it is part of the vision that I had of Armageddon and the Apocalypse as presented in the book of revelations in the Christian bible.

Before you think I’m about to launch into a re bornm mode the question passed by my vision was:

“What world do those who are left afterwards… after the closing Amen to the chapter…

What I understood so clearly from that strange journey that I took to who knows where was that those who were left continued with their lives… what else was there to do, and the story that I fell into takes place at a time when they have forgotten all but the raw fact… There were terrible floods then and many peole died and then life went on.

As a voice in my story said at that time what could you say about the Anglo Boer War apart from its having happened, should you know that?

There will come testing times.

Since I have had this experience of being attacked and shot to pieces and experienced the consequent trauma of recovery, not to mention the small matter of dealing with the fact that I had to execute a man to survive, and that is itself an entire story with its own surprisingly revelations … to put the barrel of a gun into the back of a man’s head and pull the trigger…not cool even if its about me or him…

So I warn you that the Testimonies will not be an easy read but that’s why we have feedback mechanisms. Bear in mind that some of your questions may be answered in subsequent text and none of the ideological positions I have taken in the story are fleshed out in huge detail… I am simply not competent enough to do that at this time… this was what happened in my story and came to me while I was flying around a hospital ward loaded with bullet holes and the shit they pump into you to take away the pain: which I can assure is considerable.

So later this week I shall launch the first of twenty episodes of the ‘Testimonies of an enumerator’.

At the end of each chapter I shall include a hyperlink to a site that I shall set up this week with editred.com in their ebookstore, pointing you to the following:

By the end of the week you should be able to download copies of The Buffalo Hunters and The Ashanti Raider from the ebookstore for a nominal fee. I still have to sort out details with Pay Pal but basically whatever they charge plus a dollar each.

Both these books have been read by people all over the world and have been highly rated on sites like Blosm.com for their powerful evocation of a time in our lives. Both would now be banned in terms of new legislation on the grounds of the brutal treatment of women, graphic sexual detail that is almost over the top and taste
less except that it was real.

And it is true: women are brutally treated, mainly in the Buffalo Hunters, but ultimately in both. That is because we live in a society in which women are brutally treated. On the other hand, women are the heroines in both books, and they are pretty mean.

But what would happen if the tables were somehow turned; and to harm a woman became more than simply uncool? What would happen if rape were to be declared a genocidal crime and the rules of procedure were altered; to make an accusation binding on the accused who has to prove innocence rather than the prosecution to prove guilt?

Find out what happens when Corinth Starr the elder becomes president of
Southern Azania in a landslide shock election result in the 2009 election. Corinth Starr campaigned for the Gender Party on a ticket against rape and in favour of Basic Pay.

What happens when she wins?

This is the purpose of the preludes to the Jonker in the form of the testimonies that I shall start publishing [again] this week. [You are unlikely to find the original because I have recently shut down my former website for a complex range of reasons that are not part of this story.]

Later this month [July]the testimonies will appear on the ebookshelf at editred together with two collections of poetry: the Marginalised man and Rehearsing Nietzsche. In addition to that you’ll find a book I recently put out in ‘real book’ form and which has been selling more frequently off my online advertising than in local bookstores where it has informal censorship encounter issues with ‘rules n things’.

This book is called ‘7 ways to get your money’ and it is a book for those shit stirring wannabee paid people who proliferate. Officially it’s a handbook for debt collecting but that is only a subterfuge for a book dedicated to the art of getting your own way in things. How to go from being gentle and polite to a fiend from hell determined to get what you want … without violence or using legal aid..

So stand by for the forthcoming attraction that I have hinted about in many previous blogs over the past two years … The day of thePrivatised
State is coming. A time when no putative Prime Minister would have cause to suggest that he is able to enrich himself so hedged in is s/he with rules of procedure and pinned down by the Life Activator… the ultimate lie detector. We do not need the power of prophecy to know where that former Prime Minister’s bold words have taken his country: –

a luta continua…

The testimonies of an enumerator part one cometh….

The Blogosspherian.