to the world "kgotso"

The beat of the African drums have never been so enchanting. This time her drum beat is so beautiful that the sound rolls down her green, lush but barren valleys, so lovely that it kisses the blue skies above with sweet melodies, so melodies that the faces of her children evaporates into wonderful, exotic smiles of good-natured welcome. So pretty that her tears turn into rivers of of elegant streams. It is all so hypnotic.

Her drum beat is so loud that her children's hearts throb so loud in their chests, so loud that the thunder reverberates across the world, striking fear and uncertainty across the world, shaking those who will compete with her into trembling willows.

But this, the FIFA World Cup 2010, is an event for peace. It is an event when the world come together as one. So one that the African heart beat will, in one once in a life-time miracle, rhyme with all all the hearts across the universe. In our usual style,Africa will have a big feast,a festival. In the midst of all this,poverty, droughts,misery,will be forgotten. We will slaughter,we will raid the fields for vegetables,we will get our dancing steps in order, then, we will make a big bonfire as we imbibe large volumes of African beer.
We are not out for revenge against our former colonialists. We know that they will be here; there is no point to prove against them. We will compete pound for pound with them. Sure we have forgiven them, sure we see the scars inflicted on us as we look at our bodies. We see the aftermath of the rape;the African soil is still bleeding,the countless graves embedded in her womb.

While we will not forget,we will not revenge.

We are going to celebrate the spirit of brotherhood that is etched deep down on our spleens. We are all geared up for a period of humanity. From the eleventh of June to the eleventh of July we will fly every nation's flag high up, their national anthems will be sung from the depths of our lungs, their souls nourished in an African eagle's flight.

It will be beautiful.

We urge them to see how humane we are when we are in control of things, when no one is not pushing us around like slaves.The visitors will be save and will be well- fed. They will be allowed their boisterous self.
This is a festival of love and peace. Of football. Nothing will be allowed to spoil the occasion, not even the wailing of a hungry child.
So there it is. The Africans are hosting the greatest show on earth, the World Cup 2010. Kgotso. Feel free. Dance and feast. Shake hands and smile. We will reciprocate tenfold. We have no intention to avenge the atrocities perpetrated against us. This is the time to celebrate, to compete and to applaud the winner.
When the event is over we will continue to celebrate,but we also work hard.For when the world is happy with what we have achieved in presenting the festival, they might offer us something prestigious again to host. So we are not going to sit on our laurels, rub our hands in glee and pat each other on the back forever. No. we are going to toil harder now to keep the legacy going and make the spin-offs work better for us.

Kgotso. Pula. Nala