I was born in Zululand on the 21st July 1921 according to my father. When my father met my mother, he had just lost his wife and a number of children in a terrible influenza epidemic, which had spread through Southern Africa, killing thousands of people in the years 1918 and 1919. Thus my father was a widower with three surviving children.When my parents met it was in the year 1920, and my father was a builder and a Christian, and my mother was a young Zulu girl who practiced the ancient religion of the Zulu people. I am told that my parents were deeply in love with each other and wanted to get married, but the white missionaries forbade my father from marrying my mother until she became a Christian.
My mother’s father was a crusty old warrior who had taken part in the bitter wars that the Zulus had fought against the English, and he coldly refused to allow his daughter to come under the yoke of what he called the “religion of our enemies.” “I cannot allow my child to become a Christian,” my grandfather was said to have said,” These Christians are a race of thieves, of liars, and murderers, who stole our country from us at sword point and at gunpoint. I would rather die than see a Christ worshipping Christian within the stockade of my village. Never!”
Caught between Catholic missionaries on one hand, and a stubborn old Zulu warrior on the other, my mother and father had no choice but to separate. Although my father already suspected that my mother was pregnant. A great scandal broke out in my grandfather’s village when my mother’s pregnancy was discovered. My grandfather chased my mother out of his homestead and she was taken by one of her aunts to her own village and there she gave birth to me, an illegitimate child, a child of shame. In those days there was no greater shame among the Zulus than for a girl to give birth out of wedlock. A great stigma was attached to this thing. After a time however, my grandfather allowed my mother -whom he loved dearly to return, back to his village and he insisted that she was not to see my father again.
It so happened that when I was about a year old, a younger brother of my fathers, who had heard about my birth come up from the Natal South Coast to my mothers village and asked my grandfathers permission to take me away, permission that my grandfather angrily granted. “Remove this disgrace from my home, Christian fellow!” he said to my fathers brother, “And tell your brother that if I ever set eyes on him, I will make him suffer bitterly for what he did to my daughter. I will seize him and kill him very slowly indeed. Tell him that.” I was taken to my father’s home in the South of Natal, on the northern bank of the Umkumazi River, and there I grew up. And it was while growing up that it was discovered that I was something of a visionary and a prophet. A talent, which together with an artistic inclination, to draw and to sculpt, the woman who now brought me up, my fathers new wife, did her uttermost to suppress.
I did not attend school until I was well within my 14th year of life. And because my family now kept on travelling, as a result of my fathers building profession, which took him from town to town, we became a family of travellers, who never stayed long in one place.
In 1935, my father found a job, a major building job, in the Transvaal and he brought us all from Natal to join him where he was building. I attended school on and off in different schools, and then, in 1937 I went through great shock and trauma, when I was seized and sodomized by a gang of mineworkers outside a mine compound. This caused me to be ill for a long time.
And although I was taken to white doctors, I could find no help until my fathers brother, the same one who had taken me away from my maternal grandfather decided to take me back to my mothers village in the hope that I would find help there. And I did. My grandfather, a man whom my father despised as a heathen and a demon worshipper helped me and brought me back to health, where Christian doctors had failed. I, still a Christian and a confessing catholic, had not believed at all that my grandfather would be able to help me. And I was greatly surprised when he did, and I began to wonder were not the missionaries wrong when they called people such as my grandfather ungodly heathens. If my grandfather had been a stupid heathen savage, as white missionaries loved to call people like him, how is it that he had been able to help me?
It was here that I began to question many things that I never questioned before. Where our ancestors really the savages that quiet missionaries would have us believe they were? Were we Africans really a race of primitives who possessed no knowledge at all before the white man came to Africa? These and many, many other questions began to haunt my mind. And then one day when he was sure that I was fully returned to health, my grandfather told me that the illness that had been troubling me for so long, had actually been a sacred illness which required that I had to become a shaman, a healer. And when the old man said this to me, I readily agreed to undergo initiation at the hands of one of my grandfather’s daughters, a young sangoma named Myrna.
When they heard that I had become a sangoma, both my father and my stepmother, told my maternal uncle that I was never to set foot in their home again. And so I found myself on my own, a youth without a home, without family and so I began travelling. First I went to Swaziland and then the land of the Basotho, and I developed a wanderlust that was to be with me until today. I was not travelling for enjoyment, however I was travelling for knowledge, in search of clarity of mind and in search of the truth about my people.
Sometimes I would find jobs for a few months and then move on. Sometimes I found myself travelling with missionaries, the very people in whom I no longer believed. Sometimes I found myself travelling with miners, returning home from the Johannesburg gold mines. I came into contact with men and women of countries that I had not known about before. I learned things that I had not known about before. I experienced things, which only those that walk the path of the healer in Africa experience.
If a strange thing was happening in the place that I happened to be, I became one of those who were summoned to that place to help using Africa’s ancient wisdom and knowledge in that situation. I found myself amongst amazing and strange people. I found myself amongst men and women, possessing knowledge that was already ancient when the man Jesus Christ was born. I heard stories from the lips of storytellers that went back to the remotest of the remote times. Stories that very few had ever heard before.
As the years past, I became filled with a fanatical obsession; I realized how rapidly Africa was changing. I realized to my shock and sorrow that the culture of my people, a culture that I had thought immortal, was actually dying. Very, very soon the Africa that I knew would become a forgotten thing. A thing of the past and I decided to try and preserve somehow, what I could of my people’s culture. How was I to do that? Friends advised me to write books. One friend advised me to build living museums in which I would preserve the dying culture of my people, and I struggled very hard to bring these things about. I wrote books, and I tried to borrow money from banks and organizations supposedly established to help black people who wanted to establish businesses.
Again and again, I was disappointed until, after long years of struggle. In 1975 I succeeded in obtaining permission and funds to build the first living museum, for the preservation of my people’s knowledge, religion and culture, in the centre of Soweto. Many black people misunderstood the purpose of my having built this living museum. They falsely accused me of cooperating with the apartheid regime and of quote-”glamorising the Soweto ghetto.”
But I did not see myself as a politician, I saw myself as a healer, whose duty it was to preserve the greatness of his people, regardless of which government happened to be in power in South Africa. I saw myself as a healer whose purpose it was to create job opportunities for my starving people in Soweto, regardless of whether we were ruled by the apartheid regime or the A.N.C government. I believed firmly that knowledge was about politics and that a race that did not know its true greatness, will never obtain full freedom. And I was saddened by the fact that out people were making huge sacrifices, fighting for freedom when they did not know their full greatness. I said to my now late wife, Cecilia, and myself that if our people gain freedom under these circumstances, that freedom would be an illusion and a fraud.
Years of careful investigation had taught me the European powers that had colonized Africa had done more than just beat our people into submission with artillery and rifles. They had done more than simply sown confusion amongst our people by introducing many conflicting versions of the Christian religion amongst the people. They had deliberately so brain washed our people, that Africans had lost all self-knowledge, self-love, self-respect, self-pride and self-dependency. If you rob a people of all these things you turn them into a race of robots, forever dependent upon you. And even if you stood up and walked away from these people, and said tot them that you were giving them back their freedom, they would stand up and follow you wherever you are going for their minds were still your slaves even though their bodies were now free of your chains.
I believed then as I believe now, that the African has never really gained freedom and independence. Which is why our people have not been able to achieve what nations such as India and the tiger Nations of South East Asia, which were once also colonized by the white people as we were, have today achieved. For example today India is a nuclear power feared and respected by all nations on earth. India is admired for its great culture and its ancient religious philosophies as well as its other philosophies. While Africa is a downtrodden casualty of history forever dependent like a whipped slave upon her former oppressors.
This breaks my heart as a black man, I who, over many years of travelling through my motherland, have discovered that there was a time when we, the black people now held in contempt by many races were once masters of the world. When we, now derided as a nation of savages incapable of ruling itself were once the tutors of the early world, I feel great bitterness, when I see how far we have been made to fall. We whose sons and daughters once walked tall in the Americas, not as slaves but rather as civilizes and rulers. I wept when I found out that we were once the founders of some of the world’s oldest civilizations. We were there in Sumeria, we were there in India, we founded great kingdoms in Cambodia, and the first man to be saluted as emperor of China was one of us, a son of Africa, a black man. Buddha was a black man from Africa, his earliest statues confirm this. Krishna was a black warrior. The goddess Kali, is depicted as an African woman. Even the bible states that Nimrod was a great man in the eyes of the Lord and he was the father of Cush, who founded the great cushite nation. I weep even now when I see Africans slaughter each other in the streets of South Africa, now supposedly a free nation. I weep even now when my people hunger and suffer in the veld in South Africa. I weep even now when Euro centric education is being fed to our children. Fed in order to make them Afrofobes, creatures that hate and despise their motherland, which look down in contempt upon their own people, because this is what all European educated black people do. They despise Africa and all she stands for. And they are in contempt of the culture of her people. They are still even now doing the colonialists dirty work for them, because if you want to destroy the culture of a nation, you must brainwash the youth of that nation and make them do your dirty work for you.
There is not a single university in Africa, even now which teaches our people the truth about themselves. There is not a single school in South Africa even now which teaches our people about what it means to be an African. Our children who will stone a Sangoma to death, who will burn an Inyanga to death with a petrol soaked car tire even now, do not know, and were never taught that Africans were once kings of the Americas. They were founders of the amazing Olmec Civilization, whose breath taking relics craved in eternal stone still amaze visitors in museums to this day.
Our children who would gladly spit at the face of a sangoma, who hate the traditional dress of their people, would gladly put on a highland kilt, not knowing that amongst the founders of the Scottish nation were black men and woman and that the surnames of some of these Scotsmen, confirm this. Sholto-Douglas, what does this word mean? What does this Surname mean? Sholto- Douglas. It means Behold the black man. Black knights once fought for the kings of Scotland, and the Danish people who are fraudulently represented in the history books as blond and pink skinned Nordics, had large numbers of black men in their ranks. When Alfred slaughtered the Danes, in England so many years ago, amongst the warriors that he slew were dark skinned men, whose ancestors had come to Denmark from Africa thousands of years before. All these truths are hidden from our children.
Our political leaders, fail to create United Nations in Africa. Our political leaders live on a razors edge in Africa everywhere. They sit on shaky thrones from which they can get kicked off by any armed thug carrying the rank of colonel or general. Why? Because you can never build a viable nation on the cesspit of self-ignorance and self-despite. I have seen many African leaders at first sight, I have spoken to some of these men and all of them have one thing in common, they are simply white men in black skins. And this is why they fail again and again to create a peaceful, progressing and prosperous Africa. They are still slaves of their long departed colonial masters. Look at what is happening in South Africa now. Look at the confusion and the crime, the disunity and the epidemic political killings. What do all these things tell you? That our people lack self-pride and self-knowledge and therefore can never be politically united ever.
I have suffered in the cause of my battle against shadows. When you are fighting against ignorance you suffer just as much as you if you were on a battlefield under gun fire. I have lost people I love; I have lost a woman I love years ago in 1960 to the guns of the white man. To the guns of the oppressive regime In was falsely accused of being a supporter of. I lost a son, my first-born son, Innocent, to the knives of black activists, murdering people under the banner of the mass democratic movement. I came close to losing another son to the spears of the Inkatha freedom party, God have mercy upon us! I have been cheated by whites who took advantage of my ignorance and stupidity and who robbed me of millions of rands of money I made out of my books. Even as I am talking to you now there is a white woman, who deceived me into signing away everything that I wrote, everything that I painted, and everything that I sculpted. I have suffered, and am still suffering. Even now there are white men that have set my own children, my sons against me. A born again Christian preacher of lies brain washed my daughters mind and stole her away from me, saying, you must not talk to your father , he is a devil worshipper.
I am not seeking anybodies sympathy when I am telling you this; I just want you all to know who and what Credo Mutwa is. I am one of the scums of this earth, a creature dejected and ridiculed by university professors. Professors who later came sneaking into my home seeking the very information that they ridiculed me for revealing. I am a black man who has every reason to be bitter and angry. But somehow I cannot get myself to be angry. You cannot be angry at the ignorant. You cannot but pity the self-destructive.
Many years ago I was fortunate enough to find a woman who loved me, a woman who became my wife and the mother of my seven children. This woman was a strong and godly woman whose quietness, hid a person of steel, this woman gave up drinking, gave up dependence on alcohol out of the love of her children, and of love of fool and the cretin that she married. Today I stand alone, a man rejected by the world. A widower who lost his wife a few months ago under extremely sinister circumstances. My wife went to hospital supposedly suffering from cancer of the uterus, while I was away, and x-rays showed a strange metal device inside her womb. Nobody knows what this device was. Nobody knows how it had got into my wife’s uterus, but before my wife passed away, I received a threatening letter warning me not to talk to a man named David Icke or else my wife would die. I did not take that warning seriously, and my wife died within two weeks after I had received it. I have every reason to be angry with the frot that is called western civilization. I have every reason to be angry with the various foreign religions that enslave our peoples minds and blinker their vision. I have every reason to be angry with education systems that rob our people of their true worth, of the truth about themselves. This is my friends is Credo Mutwa.
I am a sculptor, who has created large sculptures in various parts of South Africa. I am a painter who has painted pictures that were afterwards stolen from him, by exploiters. I am the writer of books, whose books fill the pockets of others with money, and nit his own. That is Credo Mutwa. I have used the knowledge that I acquired over many years of investigation and travel, I have used that knowledge to create job opportunities for my starving people. The villages that I built in Soweto, and which were destroyed by misguided youths. The villages that I built in Mafekeng, and the village and the statues that I built in the Eastern Cape, placed bread in the hands of my starving fellow South Africans. I made jobs where there are none. I made livings for my people where there had been none. I believe that a truly democratic country, is a country that uses the spiritual talents and the heritage of its people to feed the hungry and clothe the naked. But what has been my reward? I have been scorned; demonise lied about by conspirators, who delight in setting black against black, by gullible blacks that swallow any garbage white newspapers feed them. If you speak about the international conspires, that is the government behind many countries governments, people laugh at you for a fourteen carrot lunatic, but there is such a thing and it is ruining my people even now. The Aids epidemic which will soon wipe out great tribes, such as the Zulus, my people, is no accident, neither is the flood of drugs that is sweeping over this once beautiful country. The soaring crime wave is no accident. The epidemic of political killings which are almost a daily occurrence in some parts of South Africa is no accident either. All these things are planned by someone and carried out by someone on behalf of that someone.
They tell us that the high incidence of rape in South Africa is a macho thing. Rubbish! It is deliberate, it is planned, and most of the woman that is raped in South Africa is raped for black magical purposes. Children who disappear; where do they disappear to? In South Africa today, criminals have got more rights than law-abiding citizens. A criminal will kill your father, in the morning, be arrested in the afternoon and be released on bail on the following morning to come back and kill you who helped the police to put him behind bars. Today in South Africa, as in Prohibition era, America, the distinction between the police and the criminals is getting dimmer and dimmer by the day. And all this is no accident.
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Thank you papa credo mutwa for the good work. I’m so impressed with you and icke. May the higher spirits be with your souls all the time. The truth will prevail one day.
I would like to meet Credo. I know that we will have much wisdom to exchange.
it has begun…
Rre Mutwa ,re lebogela kitso le tsohle tse o refileng tsone.i pray andhope that you are honoured by africans before its to late .Mafrika take heed of this legends teachings.
stay blessed
Nthutang Thapelo
MKHULU THE FIRST TIME ISAW YOU WAS ON FELICIA MABUZA SUTTLE SHOW WHERE YOU PROVED THOSE WHO CLAIM TO BE CHRITIANS WRONG BY TELLING ONE OF THEM THAT HE IS HAVING A BACK PAIN PROBLEM AND OF WHICH YOU WERE RIGHT BABA.I BELIEVED IN YOUR PROPHECIES AND I STILL DO.CAN YOU PLEASE TELL ME WHAT IT MEANS IN MY DREAMS WHEN IM ALWAYS FLYING WHEN ENCOUNTERING ENEMIES
I am white russian woman who grow up in nonreligious family in post soviet russia, but since my childhood I feel the future, see it and was looking for answers about our universe everywhere.
One day I had “a call” to come to SA, I did and found a lot of information just from the air, and I found Credo Mutwa’s book “Song of the Stars”, by that time I’ve already had all the insider information about islam, christianity, buddism and judaism.
I was so glad to find him as all my ideas are the same as his and I think the same, I saw this in my dream when I was 12 or so, all people from different different places will unite and help the world. I also always believed that people of Africa are very important and I know that they posessed true knoweldge about the world while intruders didn’t know and didn’t want to open their minds and that nowadays the times has changed and the world is full of people who knows where did we come from, all of us and how much we have in common.
I totally agree with what he is saying, I was so thankful that he wrote that book as now I can show it to people in russia even. It is like I told my friends about future I see and now I have the same picture from Credo Mutwa, so wise, kind hard-working and great man from South Africa.
May I say when I see your picture, I see the light and I want to hug you Credo Mutwa for what you shared with all of us and just because.
All blessings, long days and good health to you, may all the angels and souls save you everywhere on your way.
i am shocked.i grew up hearing about you and now i am able to read your stories.I hope more people will open their eyes
this info is truly amazing and cnfusing, just watched the interview with Mr. Icke and Dr. Mutwa and all i can say is life is not what it looks like.
I really do not know what to believe, even this, I heard that there are only 2 existing shamans in SA. who is the other one.
Anyone want to suggest more reads to me please feel free to email, azcurls@gmail.com.
I promote alternative media, I would like to hear anyone elses suggestions.
May you be blessed Dr. Mutwa
Baba Credo Mutwa, Ngithanda ukhubonga for all the great works that you have done .After reading your book “Indaba my Children “I have never been the same and I can firmly say that it has now become my point of reference when ever I need agreater understanding and wisdom.
My desire now is to see you face to- face, I would like to humbly learn from you, I want to be a custdian of our culture .Baba Credo if a vist to home with a grpup of young people can be arranged , I will defineltly be humbled at the gesture.
We need you wisdoom and light, so we can show the ones coming behind us, what a people we are.
We need more people like Baba Credo , I thank Ukhulukhulu for you life
be blessed always
I saw the interview with Mr.Ike and was blown away of such detail and knowledge you have sir. I believe and now I will start spreading this word of knowledge to all I encounter so that they mat also expand this and expose this to as many. We cannot deny, certainly hide this any longer. It only makes it stronger that way and we must weaken these creatures to the death or departure. We will claim our planet once again…
Thank you for opening my eyes
I have been taught not to believe that I am what I am, from grade zero to where my education extinct. But the truth is shelved some where, who is going to find it for those who has to find who are they and where do they come from and when are they going?
Like in a rellay race, can someone take the stick from father Vusamazulu Mutwa for the survival of the Azanian people, or may God spare for us for some years this great person of the African. God, Please give us sometimes to have Gabriel Robert Mugabe and Vusamazulu Credo Mutwa as our only surviving knowhows among us.
Where can a person learn about the true history of South Africa since it’s begining?
What can a simple person do to make a difference that will bennefit our people?
It is good to know more about Mr. Mutwa. Have been reading his books as a child.
Yebo baba Mutwa. Loko lichoyo kuhle but AmaZulu Bafile . Few will be saved. In 2012 the Zim Zim (Aliens)will be fully in charge. As for you keep the talk and keep on your JOB!!~!
i can relate to much of what credo has said in this article, being of mixed race heritage i was taught in a euro centric school, sll i learned of africa or india was that they were conquered and enslaved before the europeans decided to leave. ethnic minority children in the uk are being brainwashed into believing they are inferior. this unbalanced form of education has resulted in many youths turning to radical islam in a vain effort at rebellion. it is true what he says about india that as the british were not able to convert them to christianity to such a degree, they have been able to develop more harmoniously. also about indian civilisations being founded by black people: yes, if one looks at old statues in india at the oldest temples etc, they have afro hair and features.
AC, they do the same thing in the US! In fact, in much of the West and former colonized places, the situation is just about the same! People of Color-black specifically, and yellow/red/brown people generally are only getting pieces of the puzzle! I am sure you know that, I just felt like saying it here.If the truth is told, people don't get the full story about all aspects of European history either. I can relate to what Credo and you are saying!
Credo Mutwa, keep up the good work.
You ARE NOT alone; and relief is on the way! lol
The ignorant, cruel and criminal invaders have been very vile and destructive. However, such beastly beings are too superficial to long prevail in their evil doings.
Neither can the prevent some ‘seeds of knowledge’ from flourishing, even in their deserts of ignorance.
Another long, beautiful and blissful round of ‘light’, ‘illumination’, ‘enlightenment’ is returning to the planet.
And with this new round of ‘light of knowledge’ on the planet, the creatures of the ‘dark’, the ‘creatures of ignorance’, will be made to slink back into the darkness of their caves; because this ‘light of knowledge’ will be too intense for those ‘pale’ and superficial creatures, who ignorantly and foolishly pursue unnatural/artificial environments. lol
As a white female listening to you on t.v. in past years, I have often wondered what happened to you and why is the black youth being swept up so, for what reason, we have given over to the black majority and what are they doing with it, now they are making a bigger mess of South Africa as it was before, all our skills have left the country, as for the killings, what happened to the culture that you had that the younger generation looked up to you, the older generation.Credo, I am sure Mr. Mandela today cries for his rainbow nation.Please stand up and bring your nation back to their ground roots.
The first time I read about bab Mutwa was approximately 5 years ago, ever since then, the thoughts have been invading my mind, I have questions in my heart and mind that I believe only him can answer. I would like to meet with him or communicate with baba Mutwa in some way, I also belive Africa has a lot of wisdom to offer to Africans and the world. I acknowledge that power.
I happen to be one of the people who are called healers but never got training,
im respondind to Fanyana Maseko
Ngcamane it is true Maseko’s are the rightfull heirs to the Swazi throne the current monachs of Swaziland are not even Swazi’s King Mswati Himself is not A Swazi but Thonga from Mozambique
Love and Respect to you Elderman Mtwa!Africa needs your guidance.What's Zuma's Government position to all of this?I bet in South Africa's History books they don't mention anything about this information just like in Zimbabwe.To all Education Ministers,it's food for thought.Africa needs it's lost identity back in order to depend on it's own.We still have have indirect SLAVERY happening yet they are busy inventing and upgrading and the brainwashed are providing the Labour.Let's hope the Whole of AFRICA will realise it before the truth unleashes itself.Lord Have Mercy
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Khotsong ntate Mutwa
I haven,t followed much of your work to be honest.
I have been fighting this brainwashed mind of mine to rid itself of the western ways.From reading this blog of yours,I have seen some truth to things that have constantly been in my mind through knowledge gained mainly from what I could call my own spiritual being as these are derived at times when I am on own and in touch with what I would like to call the inner most peace you can find in this according my existence.Having done most of my junior education in the Basotho land.I don’t say that the hitory taught there is was the best at the time,but I can assure you that it is more African inclined as compared to the history that I was taught in RSA-Which seemed to be westernised to me as a young man who was still learning and is still learning I found it to lie a lot about Africans and their history.Of cause being a Basotholand national with Xhosa mother,I found my SA peers to be against what I questioned and dubbed a foriegner who should be greateful to be getting the best education in Afirca(which i was not as i believe that can be derived from educators like you only).I have been blessed by being exposed to different ethnic groups of Africans and proud to say I am not xenophobic just as you are not!I relate to alot of things that you have mentioned if not all.With me these things/knowledge didn’t come to me in a form of books only but rather a mental elevation which i find hard to explain in words.This past weekends i heard friends taliking about you and it came naturally to them to include me in their conversation.They got the biggest shock of their lives when i reaveled to them that I knew less of your work and have only had about it.They called each other one at a time saying i was joking when i said didn’t know much your work.When I asked why it was such a schck to them(embarassed as i was)?The respone i got was-it was odd to them cause the way i spoke about things,the principles i preached on Africanism,religion,belief and life itself sounded like someone who had been exposed to your work.The mood got so down that they didn’t even want to tell me further about your work as if i was playing with their minds!
This what brought me to this site and blog….
I would like to communicate with you in person which is not highly unlikely according to my beliefs.
We have been grealty blessed to have you in our lifetime…you have done the most amazing job in getting this knowledge out there to be accessed.Though more europeans are accessing it more than our fellow Africans.I ask of you to build a forum(if it doesn’t yet exist)that is going to develop more africans that will continue to spread this wisdom that yuo have been blessed with.Currently the caucasians that are assisting are doing good,But God knows for how long before it modified again to suite their needs.Am not being racist,but being factul of the realities of this world.
Kea Leboha Ntate Mutwa
Khotso,Pula,Nala.
Who tourght you to the color of your skin
The shape of your nose
The size of your lips and
The texture of your hair.
Love yourself African love your self
you all are blind. Your following a blind man, who rejected the truth. JESUS CHRIST is the truth, the way and the life. The one true God came in the flesh as Jesus, to give us eternal life through him an only him. Come to Jesus, and repent, for Christ is coming back agian soon and every eye will see him coming in the clouds with the angels and every knee shall bow before him.
Truth is important because Truth is foundational. That is, it is the foundation, the basis on which everything else has to be built; no sane person will construct anything on falsehood.
Truth carries within itself the seed of its own growth & development. A truth can never be negated by an untruth; but an untruth can & will always be negated by a truth.
0n the contrary, falsehood carries within itself the germ of its own destruction. It is therefore not self-evident why Truth is necessary?
JUSTICE BEFORE PEACE
My dear People all around there world let us love, respect and cherish the next man regardless who they believe in. Let us not be harsh and judge.
Thank you Baba for the wise words.
he is a brilliant,loving,wise,and beautiful human. I am most honored and privaleged to have meet, and to have spent my whole day seeing and learning from one of gods true angels. i hope i'll have the honor of meeting him one day. Live good Credo.
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Let me also take this opportunity to thank God the all mighty and badimo for giving us such a priceless gift in the physical of your being, Credo Mutwa, i was born ia a place called Taung, i know you know it, i got a glimsed of seeing you one day in 1988, i was part of a delegation from the then University of Bop(UNIBO)SRC to see you on the issues we were fighting for at the university at the time, Academic Freedom and University Autonomy. we fought and succeded in the longest university strike SA had ever seen until the end of that year. i never completed my studies because of that. i left the country for self exile, and came back 1991, a trained communist, maxist leninist student who would tell u that god is a white men’s illusion to keep blacks backward forever while he enriches himself with his forefathers wealth. i undermined any african religion, wisdom, knowledge or any story about our people being able to communicate with those who have passed on. when people who raised me told me about our reach cultural and traditional history, iwas so arogant, i was so quick to remind them, that i was from a university of wisdom, that what they were telling me was unscientific. i could not pray, not even for the food that i eat every day to sustain my existance. basically i was anti-god and any form of religion. but maxism that i read all the time in exile was so silent about africans ability to heal without western medicine, actual there is a part in one of Marx’s works where he confesses that he cannot explain the issue african magic, now if you have labeled yourself a revolutionary you always have your own interpretation of revolutionaries mean when they write.my interpritation of african magic therefore would go as witchcraft, as to why i did not think of any good that may be part of the word african magic i cannot tell.to cut the story shorter let me say i met people in life who told me and showed me that the spirit world exist i have dreamed, i have grown up with these spirits all my life and i was not aware, i was protected to be where i am today, as i write this comment i am told i am one of the chosen, the honoured, the posessors of wisdom, knowledge, healing powers, i pray for people and good things happen to them i speak with my ancestors every day, i belief they exist. they are part of the great many religious sectors that are under Heredom, below the circumpunct, within the pyramid of religions and above the stare case to the holy house of the lord, they were kings and queens of creation, they remain to this day. i am one of them i am one with them, i am the son of africa, for he is my beggining and my ending. Modimo rara mo thata yotlhe mmopi le monei wa bophelo ramasedi wa poloko baporofita, bakgethwa, dingaka, magosi, baruti, manyoloi a moya, manyoloi a metsi, manyoloi a mollo, mannyoloi a dikgaga, bontate mogolo le bomme mogolo go tswa khutlong tse nne tsa lefatshe, ke kopa losireletse ngwana wa afrika ke yoo ke mmaa mo pele ga lona, mo feng botshelo le pholo e nnetseng ruri, mo dikaganyetse ke lerato, le moya o galaleng bagolo utlwang dithapelo tsa bana ba lona.
dear credo,
i understand exactly what your are saying. i left the US, where my family has lived since the beginning of english colonization. credo, we are in the age of kali yuga. darkness all around. we see the darkness because we are actually seeing the light. credo, we have nothing but god, the great god to bow to. no one owns that god. meanwhile we salute and help those that fight the real fight. gandhi said to go to our own roots and religion and to respect ourselves. credo, those who have gone forward have no divisions and serve the truth. love, william
Mkhulu thokoza!ke simolla ka go leboga modimo le badimo for this opportunity to actaully say that ke itharabologetse frm the brian wash of this white people,they alway threaten our people with god as if they own Him and we had and have know knowledge about God.my believe is we must start to teach our children this information in our own homes.and my believe is like children of when they were saved from Egypt they were cleanst and prepared regarding wat their conolized cupturer.with love, oupa
May the LORD’s light keep shinning upon you.
So many questions been asked but there’s not enough answers. Why us blacks hated where ever we go even by those who look just like us? You have answered that and hope there is a cure for that, i can only think of one “knowledge of self”. Each one must teach one cause we are a dying nation, we think higher education and money is the way to freedom not knowing our ignorance is our worst enemy. The oldest trick of desroying nation is by dividing a nation and making them kill each other. This has worked very well amongst blacks and we are dying nation who holds no moral values like our ancestors.
We need more people like you Ntate Credo to show us the light. Thank you. Kgotso ebe le wena
What can I say that would reveal more about the honor and courage that you have, even if I Don't know the courage it takes, or the honor it takes.
But you show both courage and honor that I have yet to learn.
I thank you
A true brother to man and nature.
i am bleesed to have met you baba had the privilage of visiting letlamoreng dam 1990 hope taht the youth of today get to read your books and your biography i do understand that your health is not good and you are currently staying in mothibistad.ke kopa MORENA a go fe maatla we still need you baba
If only we could Great Leaders Like You Rra I think dilo ne di ka nna botoka. Our main problem nowadays is we don’t Listen. We turn to Judge. Blessed to know Someone so Humble like You.
Freedom of speech is one thing our heroes fought for so we must use it.it is high time black people expressed themselves the way they want to.african religion was in the past descriminated by people of the same kind who turned christian.being civilized doesnt mean you have to be christian.honestly i think civilization made us to degrade what we believe in and took the beliefs of others and its high time we acted upon that.
Baba,
I know why I have been having a deep urge to see you to speak to you. I read in Indaba my childern 6 years ago& i didn’t get it until recently. I know I will cross paths with you one day. May your life be long Mkhulu so we can feed on your powerful writings and messages..
Siyabonga,
i am an african american woman living in brazil. my higher self lead me to walk, in spirit, with david icke, and now credo mutwa. i cannot really say why, but every time see this humble man's face or hear him tell his powerful truth, my heart explodes open and i want to cry! i feel so connected to this man, somehow. i am traveller/healer myself and am honored and thankful that people i have never met, such as credo mutwa, have given me the information i need to keep going. i have the highest respect for the great man, credo mutwa, and may he know that africa the continent may be dying, but "mama africa" is very much alive and kicking in the hearts of us descendants of africa. everywhere i go – and have been to MANY places on this earth – it is the voice of africa – through its music, food, joy, strength, and wisdom – that seems to be the connector of people all over the world! thank you credo! we see you. we hear you. your life is an inspiration!
Mr. Muntwa “Baba”
You’ve set my mind free from destruction. I want to help spread the powerful words you’ve blessed us with and make sure they’re preserved. Thank you for opening my eyes, they were shut from the real truth.
May the ancesters bless you even more baba!!!!
want to order your books but reluctant to give my $ to the wrong hands…is there anyway to order directly from you?
I do respect your life work. The fact that you have suffered so much and still have no hatred in your heart and preach peace and love is absolutely incredible and honorable. I admire you for your love for people and hope that one day there will be more people like you.
With respect,
Agnes
Agnes,
I do respect your life work. The fact that you have suffered so much and still have no hatred in your heart and preach peace and love is absolutely incredible and honorable.
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You must be joking. He hates white
people. He has hinted that enough times. He only deals with idiots like David Icke because he needed to get some books published. There are truths he will NEVER reveal to white people.
The real spiritual shift comes from those melanin people who visualise the destruction of the western world.
this is so amazing!
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we want to know our future and is the women we are involved with worth to be married are they are they worth trusted thank you baba i wish you live forever
how does one discovers that will be a sangoma? how does it come about cause i seen couple of people saying, they going to twasa becoming a professional sangoma, what are the things that you come across, before knowing that you must go and twasa, and how do u know on where are you going to twasa,are they any spiritual souls that are inner you/ which are expriencing? and how do u control them.
Thanks u ntate for sharing your knowledge, more people like u are needed in this world!
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we need a revival of black awareness…and now more than ever before. I cannot stand the structures of dependency that come in the form of religion..Christianity makes a man think like the White man, and Islam makes a man think like the Arab. Would the foreigners allow you to go and impose your cultural practices upon them? I think not
Here in Kenya there is a term called “kasumba ya Ukoloni”…colonial mindset..the idea that foreign ideas are superior to those that are homegrown
Let us wake up people. I know many unfortunate things have happened to you Credo, but it is not in vain. Your message is waking us up
Credo; you brought back our origin,now is the time for African child to do his/her life audit,colonialism taught us different sense of huminity.What makes us to believe in so many lies they told but rejected the naked truth you and other big African philosophus like Ezekiel Mphahlele and the rest told us about ourselves.When is the right for African child to Wake-up and introspect himself.Days are moving lets stand up and do something to bring our identity back were it belong(Africa).