Africa history made (Marejeo)

Africa history made (Marejeo)

Over 500 Americans set for deportation — no visa, no stay! Namibia’s President isn’t smiling. She boldly declared: “If Africans need visas to enter the U.S., then Americans must also need visas to enter Namibia!”

In a power move, she’s working to make Namibia 🇳🇦 visa-free for all African nations.
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THE STORY OF GONGO ~ FROM NYAKACH SIDE

From stories passed down to me.

Gongo is a clan from Nyakach Kajimbo.
Jimbo's brother was Ndaria and the Kandaria and Kajimbo don't intermarry to date.

Jimbo bore Oyua and Okal. Oyua was named after Oyua Ngori, the son of Agola. Oyua Ngori is the father of all Jo Nyakach. There's a contention on the name Nyakach, some saying it's the home Oyua built for his people and stuck as their name. Again, from that passed to me, Oyua bore Nyakach who bore Jimbo. So Jimbo named his elder son after his grandfather.
Okal bore Were, Lwande and Nyapong' and all those clans are in present Nyakach.
Oyua bore Odiwa and one Obuya, though this second name I'm still doing research over if. Odiwa was named after Jimbo's mother. The mother to Jimbo and Ndaria was called Odiwa.
Odiwa bore Gak (Kagak in Nyakach and Wire in Oyugis), Guria (Kaguria in Ndhiwa) and Mwala (Kamwala in Karachuonyo).
Obuya, from his elder wife bore Hema(Saema) and Duong'(Kaduong') (all in Nyakach). Some Saema are in Seme.
The second wife was called Jodo Nyar Chieko. She was married at Obuya's old age. When Obuya died, he left the wife in the custody of his jatich from Kisumo Nyahera called Nyuto Nyikel, against the wish of Duong and Hema, who felt the father had disrespected them by giving a stranger his last wife.
So, after Father's death, they made the life of the wife and jater miserable. By bad luck, the woman became pregnant and upon delivery, gave birth to twins. That was the start of hell. Giving birth to twins was a curse by then. The jater fled that night, and by morning break he was nowhere to be seen. He ran back to Nyahera.
The two twins were called Odongo and Opiyo.
Life at this home became so tough for this twins that soon Odongo ran away from home, to the lake shores to harvest reeds (togo). While harvesting reeds one time, he didn't realize he was on a floating stump of papyrus reeds(togo), that drifted with the winds until it docked at a shore on the other sides of the lake.
He left the abuoro out, so hungry and weak. Some old men resided on these lands. They could send their sons to tether the cattle at the lake shores. Odongo would leave and milk the cattle and rush back to hide within the reeds.
The old men were shocked that each evening, there was absolutely no milk from their cattle. It went on for several days until one time they decided to hide by the shores, to see who did this. They chanced upon Odongo and seeing how frail he was, took him home. The man who had picked him was called Gongo. Other sources tend to say that it's Obuya who had picked him and wasn't the man who had married their mother, and it tends to say that the man who had married Jodo Nyar Ochieko was the one called Gongo. I'm not sure about this, so I won't assert so.
So Gongo picked the boy and brought him into his household. Odongo later came for his brother and they went to live together with Gongo. And Gongo married for them, and they became his sons.
Gongo gave Odongo one of his barren wives as a wife. After Gongo's death, his wife Achola Nyar Akur gave birth to a daughter called Agwa who got married in Uyoma Kagwa clan.

What is known is that Gongo consists of Jokodongo and Jokopiyo. And the Gongo and Kajimbo in Nyakach and Kaguria in Ndhiwa and Kandaria in Nyakach and Kamwala don't intermarry, because of the consanguinity.

The story is long though.
This is the story of Gongo from the sides of Kajimbo as passed down to me by my forefathers.
If one has anything, he's free to add or subtract, but with good points and evidences.
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Gérard Soete: I cut Lumumba into 34 pieces

“I cut up and dissolved Lumumba's body in acid. In the middle of the African night, we started by getting drunk to have courage. We got rid of the bodies. The hardest part was cutting them into pieces with a chainsaw before pouring acid into them. There was almost nothing left, only a few teeth. And the smell! I washed three times and always felt like a barbarian dirty ”

These words are those of Gérard Soete, pronounced on 15 May 2002, forty years after the disappearance of the Congolese leader Patrice Lumumba.

The hell is empty the Devil’s are here. This is the people who want to teach us human rights.
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THE STORY OF BENEDITO HALF-LEAGUE
Benedito Meia-Légua, who haunted slave owners years before abolition. His original name was Benedito Caravelas and he lived until 1885. He was a natural leader and well-travelled, and knew a lot about the northeast. His wanderings had earned him the nickname “Half-league”. He always carried a small image of Saint Benedict with him, which later took on a magical meaning.
He gathered groups of insurgent blacks, invading the slave quarters, freeing other blacks and looting farms.
They say he was a bold and creative strategist, he created small groups to avoid large captures and attacked different farms simultaneously. The genius of the plan was that the leader of each group dressed exactly like him.
Whenever one had the misfortune of being captured, Benedito would reappear in other rebellions. The farmers came to believe that he was Immortal. And whenever there was news of slaves rebelling, the question would come up: “But could it be Benedito?”
The myth gained strength after a dramatic capture. Benedito arrived in São Mateus (ES) tied by the neck, being pulled by a captain of the forest on horseback. He was declared dead and taken to the slave cemetery, in the church of São Benedito. The next day, when they went to check on the body, it had disappeared and only bloody footprints were on the ground.
The legend arose that he was protected by Saint Benedict himself. For more than 40 years, he and his Quilombo, more than resisted, struck down the slavery system.
Meia-Légua was only killed in his old age, lame and sick. He slept in a hollow tree trunk. A hiding place that was reported by a hunter. His pursuers lay in wait, waiting for Benedito to retreat. They covered the trunk and set it on fire.
His legacy is a trail of courage, faith, boldness and strength to fight for our people, which is still represented today in Congada and Ticumbi performances throughout Brazil. Amidst the ashes they found his small image of Saint Benedict.
Every January 1st, the Ticumbi procession goes to collect the small image of Saint Benedict from Córrego das Piabas and takes it to the church in a dramatic performance to celebrate the memory of Meia-Légua.
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