The Zingageophobic Cry Comments

I am a Zambian, born and bred on the Zambian Soil. Africa is my grandson, South Africa is my brother. And Jamaica is my first cousin. I'm of a chocolate color and I'm proud. I'm living in a country where mother Zambia has taught me to be peaceful, joyful, helpful, grateful. Mother Zambia has taught me and my brothers and sisters to always have the best hospitality. This is why I could tell my friends abroad that when they come to Zambia I will teach them how to cook nshima, Chibwaba, nembalala shakushashila.

Peace was our national anthem demostrated by our forefather DR Kaunda who could sing, "Tiyende Pamodzi Namutima Umodzi" ala the song is slowly dying out as we are now crying about the new name with a great impact the `Zingageophobic Cry`. Xenophobia is gone and Zingageophobia is born. Taking its name from the ritual killings in Zingalume and George Compound. Zambian has now learnt how to hold knives, matchets and other instruments not because they surgions, not because we have enough breed of cattle NO! But because they want to slaughter fellow Zambians. You say you want to be rich, you believe my blood will give you riches, you are wrong. You have started murdering your fellow Zambians in cold blood. You slaughter us worser that a Chicken. Because as for chickens, be head them before we cut them in pieces. But what are you doing to your fellow Zambian, You torture and make our brothers and sisters to die a painful death. You humiliate them from the private to the public parts. You chop off their manhood/Womanhood. You remove their hearts by cutting their chests, as if its not enough, you remove their ears as if its Peter the discple choping off a roman soldier to protect the Master Jesus. Even in that act, Jesus condemed it because it is wrong. You remove their eyes as if their Samsons in the hands of the philistines and yet its your own brother.
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